We were a different kind of Christian, the quiet, reasonable kind, a breed embarrassed by the mention of miracles.

But the past is long, and the future is short.

It requires a certain kind of bravery, I suppose, to choose the status quo. There's a certain boldness to inaction.

The only thing you have to do in this life is die, " said Mrs. Pinsky..."everything else is a choice.

We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.

This was the first time I noticed it, the inevitable space between father and man.

He'd grown eager to hand off his things, as if the weight of his possessions kept him tethered to this earth, and by giving them away, he could snip those strings.

No role brings greater joy or blessing than being a parent.

Life is both short and complicated. People sometimes make baffling choices.

Wrong hypotheses, rightly worked from, have produced more useful results than unguided observations.

Jesus is actually looking for people he can trust with his power.

I'd like to be remembered by two simple words: any two words, as long as they're simple.

Jack was out kissing babies while I was out passing bills. Someone had to tend the store.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

It is unfair to suppose that one party has invariably acted rightly, and that the other is responsible for every wrong that has been committed.

The success of one market model cannot be migrated to another. Ignoring Macau's special characteristics and duplicating a Las Vegas or an Atlantic City would not be a successful strategy.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.