Chair or no chair: a binary relation. But the vicissitudes of moving the body around are infinite. You never know what a person in a chair can do.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

Perhaps all anxiety might derive from a fixation on moments - an inability to accept life as ongoing.

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything

You can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.

The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

The key is putting into practice what God has taught you through His Word.

If somebody can inspire me, it feels really special

Leisure, not work, should be our primary goal.

Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Look, the young woman is with child and shall bear a son, and shall name him Immanuel.

I just wanted to be an athlete.

The only one I have any trust in is storytelling - there's a couple I have a lot of trust in.

I don't talk about my personal life, and I don't talk about death.

It's amazing, 'cause sometimes when we're onstage, I feel like somebody's just moving the pieces. I'm just going, 'God, we don't have any control over this.' And that's magic.

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.