“The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.”

Caring for our own hearts isn’t selfishness; it’s how we begin to love.

So long as man remains no real threat to the Enemy, Satan’s line to him is ‘You’re fine’. But after you do take sides, it becomes ‘Your heart is bad and you know it’.

Reading the Gospels, without the personality of Jesus, is like watching television with the sound turned off.

Truth be told, most of us are faking our way through life. We pick only those battles we are sure to win, only those adventures we are sure to handle, only those beauties we are sure to rescue.

It takes great courage to be vulnerable. It takes enormous strength to be a real woman.

Story is the language of the heart.

Adventure, with all its requisite danger and wildness, is a deeply spiritual longing written into the soul of man.

If a man is ever to find out who he is and what he is here for, he has got to take that journey for himself. He has got to get his heart back.

I don’t write anything that I haven’t lived. In terms of integrity, you have to write what you live. And if you write beyond what you live, it is theory. And theory is not helpful. It is just not.

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.

To be in theater you have to be a kind of psychologist, for you’re always trying to understand character and motives.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

It was men who stopped slavery. It was men who ran up the stairs in the Twin Towers to rescue people. It was men who gave up their seats on the lifeboats of the Titanic. Men are made to take risks and live passionately on behalf of others.

We are not inviting—we are guarded. Most of our energy is spent trying to hide our true selves, and control our worlds to have some sense of security.

Falling in love with God is the most important thing a person can do.

Without the anticipation of better things ahead, we will have no heart for the journey.

You drown him by your talk.

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

And this has sometimes been a lonely road, because I never meet anybody coming the other way.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

It is … impossible to keep one’s excellence in a little glass casket, like a jewel, to take it out whenever wanted.

One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.

Who will look out for you if you do the right thing.

Courage in danger is half the battle.