“Stand up like a mountain; have faith like a rock; love like an avalanche”

Being engaged is a way of doing life, a way of living and loving. It’s about going to extremes and expressing the bright hope that life offers us.

God doesn’t break things so He can fix them; He fixes broken things so He can use them.

What distracts us will begin to define us. We don’t need to swing at every pitch.

Grace works that way. It’s a kind word from a gentle person with an impossible prayer. It’s a force sometimes transmitted best hand to hand in a dark place.

I used to want to fix people, but now I just want to be with them.

Living a life of following Christ means constant interruptions.

Whatever you’re aiming for, God’s better.

What I’ve learned the more time I’ve spent following Jesus is that God delights in answering our impossible prayers.

Cynicism is fear posing as confidence; joy is hope let off the leash.

Small streams don’t plan to be mighty rivers. We just move in a direction; God decides what He’ll have us become.

The world will figure out what we really believe, by watching what we actually do.

We keep asking for answers; God keeps sending us people.

I used to think God wouldn’t talk to me, but now I know I’m just selective with what I choose to hear.

Grace means we don’t need to airbrush our lives to make them look like they’re working.

We get to be God’s plan for the whole world by pointing people toward Him.

There’s a lot to be concerned about; there’s more to be hopeful for.

I refuse to age disgracefully in rock ‘n’ roll.

The second ‘Postal Service’ album is threatening to become the ‘Chinese Democracy’ of indie rock. It will come out eventually, or maybe it won’t.

Blue jeans and Hollywood and rock & roll won the cold war.

What keeps me awake at the wheel is the thrill of trying something completely new with each book. I’m not a risk-taker in life, generally speaking, but as a writer I definitely choose the fast car, the impossible rock face, the free fall.

Textbook survival says stay still, don’t take any chances, wait for rescue. That’s a boring TV show. My thing was always, “Listen, shoelace, dead squirrel and no other way down this rock face. You can do this!”

(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

Rocks are more co-operative than people.

Later, I even appeared in a Rock Opera with Richard Gere.