We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away.

The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.

There are certain people that are marked for death. I have my little list of those that treated me unfairly.

Our faith is stronger than death, our philosophy is firmer than flesh, and the spread of the Kingdom of God upon the earth is more sublime and more compelling.

Networks, especially, micro-manage everything to death.

I know people who have had near-death experiences or who have experienced terminal illness and come through the other side.