I DON’T KNOW! I HAVE NO FREAKIN’ IDEA. I’M ONLY FIFTEEN. I want my mom.

Though my mental illness is more likened to a big, nasty green monster than something heart-wrenchingly beautiful, I think I have learned many wonderful lessons from my many afflictions.

There is nothing as delicate, as stunning, and as vulnerable as the heart.

Hell is truth seen too late.

The one surefire key to victory as a Christian in this fallen world is to be filled with the Holy Spirit—that is, to be completely submitted to and empowered by him.

I had never taken creative writing classes. Hadn't even considered it.

Since the beginning, Native Peoples lived a life of being in harmony with all that surrounds us

I have always a sacred veneration for anyone I observe to be a little out of repair in his person, as supposing him either a poet or a philosopher.

Rome wasn't built in a day, and the internet is our new Rome

Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment--where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels--this moment shows us that what is real is sacred

Novelists don't age as quickly as philosophers, who often face professional senility in their late twenties.

The scientist should treasure the riddles he can't solve, not explain them away at the outset.