Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.

Like the man said, a little hope never hurt anybody

Life's simplest answers are often the easiest to overlook.

As always at these times when he felt really in need of God the front of his mind was serene, but the deeper part, where faith did constant battle with doubt, was terrified that there would be no answer.

...knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.