It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.

Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.

Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.

Every true reader could, even if not one new book were published, spend decades and centuries studying on, fighting on, continuing to rejoice in the treasure of those already at hand.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

Recently God asked me the same question in a new way, "And if I don't allow you to heal, if I never remove the pain, will you still trust Me?

Hindsight isn’t a super power.

Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be, But it would't be make-believe if you believed in me

She’d struck Esk once before – the blow a baby gets to introduce it to the world and give it a rough idea of what to expect from life.

Celebrate even small victories.

Tyrannies are overthrown by ideas. Armies are defeated by ideas. Nations, and Time itself, are overmatched by ideas.

I'm not an extravagant man. The fact that I can have a coffee out whenever I want still makes me feel grateful.