“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.

Of course, we do the righteous deed because of our redemption, not for our redemption.

Human life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing.

I’m practicing the discipline of not having to have the last word.

Rely only on yourself; it is a common proverb.

A bluejay in peacock feathers.

Do you want us to lead, or do you want us to play a supporting role?

It is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.

Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.