My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.

How we fall into grace. You can't work or earn your way into it. You just fall. It lies below, it lies beyond. It comes to you, unbidden.

Nothing will get you into trouble so deep or as sad as faith.

I've heard it said that when you die you enter a room of bright light, and that you can smell bread baking just around the corner.

The mountains have always been here, and in them, the bears.

Fiction is harder for me than nonfiction - more gratifying, as a result, when it succeeds.

Ive lost much of my heart and the spark or fire that once created, or produced, the art of fiction.

When you sign on to be an activist in northwest Montana, people in the grocery store will avoid eye contact, particularly if they're hanging out with outspoken opponents to your views.

Fit in where you don't: make your own space..be different..don't give in. Exist somewhere you're not suppose to, or where you don't want to. Be your own men; do what you want, and don't hurt anybdoy

To not pursue the thing one wants would be a waste of one's life.

Nature, and the original system that created us, must always remain somehow with us, the bedrock of our movements and actions. What is our duty? To live a life.

... it’s a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over

Fire will run like poetry through your blood.

It never pays to deal with the flyweights of the world. They take far too much pleasure in thwarting you at every turn.

Great spirits often meet violent oppisition with mediocre minds.

With God life is an endless hope. Without God, life is a hopeless end.

Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

Every feature has some maintenance cost, and having fewer features lets us focus on the ones we care about and make sure they work very well.

The choicest believers, who are assuredly freed from the condemning power of sin, ought yet to make it their business all their days to mortify the indwelling power of sin.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness