We can't be intimate because we can't share feelings that we don't have.

Reading is the strangest art. Your eye takes a shape, turns it into music, then story, then spirit, so a curl of ink laid long ago by a sliver of reed can become, a thousand years later, your own breath.

Conversations in the flesh are the first drafts toward the later conversations of the mind, where words and ideas are sorted and elaborated, recast.

I’ve seen batting all over the world. And in other countries too.

He went to sleep as soon as they’d gone, waking in the middle of the night and walking outside into a sky whose stars hung so low he felt he strolled among them and he could see indeed, so clear the air, the very flames of their inner workings.

Each and every one of you has a vision or a dream to live out. But God doesn’t expect you to do it in your ability.

Beyond the stars you see are other stars, stars beyond stars,′ she told him, ’and all are dreams, like shoals of fish in the oceans of the night.

If God is in a life, it doesn’t have to be big to be happy and to be important in His kingdom.

The primary symptom of a controller is denial, that is I can’t see its symptoms in myself.

We never look at the grass, though it is ubiquitous. If it’s left alone to shake its hair loose it will produce tiny tassels and flowers, miniature and beautiful, that I’d never noticed before. Beauty is so often size and commotion for us, and fancy labels, that the subterfuge of loveliness all around us goes unseen.