Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

In real life, the truth is a rarity, while lies are common place.

Castes never meant that much to me.

That level of expectation that I'm going to be conservative is really disappointing, but it is how many people think about clergy and the church

Our message and methodology have changed, do change, and must change if we are faithful to the ongoing and unchanging mission of Jesus Christ.

In my case, I was covering politics in Texas as a newspaper man in the 1960's.

I'm not good at debating - I'm much better at pontificating.

There is no moral distinction between the act of a pickpocket and the progressive income tax.

I don't see my work as being all that personal. I've used my personal experience in the world, of course, or at least my way of looking at the world. But I think that's changed as I've gotten older.

To put it kindly, I am a very talkative, social person. To put it less kindly, I’m a flibbertigibbet, which is what my frenemy Rainn Wilson calls me.

Most people hate the taste of beer - to begin with. It is, however, a prejudice that many people have been able to overcome.