If someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.

If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she'd be thinking, try jumping off the roof: death's a sure-fire method for stopping time.

Via the conduit of a wild dog pack, she has now made the ultimate Gift to her fellow Creatures, and has become part of God's great dance of proteins.

So we couldn't mingle with them, but we could eavesdrop. We got our knowledge that way--we caught it like germs.

But it seems she’d wanted children after all, because when she was told she’d been accidentally sterilized she could feel all the light leaking out of her.

You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them.

Why do we want other people to like us, even if we don't really care about them all that much?

He [Christ] came to bring peace, to be sure, but the peace that He came to bring must be built upon the complete destruction of the power of darkness.

God, to redeem us at the deepest portion of our nature - the urge to love and be loved - must reveal His nature in an incredible and impossible way. He must reveal it at a cross.

Australian weather's amazing! You notice that when you go overseas.

... you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!

Deflating inflated egos is so important to God that He offers to help.

the devil does not have a fork Brianna, he has a whip

There is a kind of nonlinguistic thought going on which we are trying to represent in language, and we know that sometimes we fail.

My son ain't going to be miserable because he's going to be the child of a rock star, the end.

Writing or making anything-a poem, a bird feeder, a chocolate cake-has self-respect in it. You're working. You're trying. You're not lying down on the ground, having given up.

I used to get a lot of letters from prisoners. It used to get on my nerves. Especially family members. Everybody's innocent.