A great literary work can be completely, completely unpredictable. Which can sometimes make them very hard to read, but it gives them a great originality.

My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

Christianity stretches back through the ages, but in essence it exists only at one time: right now.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!

How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.

If you are pitched into misery, remember that your days on this earth are counted and you might as well make the best of those you have left.