The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?

Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?

The idea of a flip book still really appeals to me. That idea of fiction and non-fiction.

You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. Move on!

If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.