“The only religions I don’t like are the ones that insist their God is bigger than your God.”

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

Now I think all of us were born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You, you fill me up.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

If the stuff you’re writing is not for yourself, it won’t work.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

We don’t know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.

Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.

If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

God put me on this Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I’m so far behind that I’ll never die

The more I study nature, the more I stand amazed at the work of the Creator.

God has, in fact, written two books, not just one. Of course, we are all familiar with the first book he wrote, namely Scripture. But he has written a second book called creation.

It is through weakness and vulnerability that most of us learn empathy and compassion and discover our soul.

It is an absurdity to believe that the Deity has human passions, and one of the lowest of human passions, a restless appetite for applause

The idea of God is a form of the idea of the Infinite.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

When one works and imagines and dreams of nothing else than the search for answers that God has posed, it is difficult to be so still.