Passion about nothing is like pouring gasoline in a car without wheels. It isn’t going to lead anybody anywhere.
Even our beliefs have become trend statements.
There are things you cannot understand, and you must learn to live with this. Not only must you learn to live with this, you must learn to enjoy this.
I think the things we want most in life, the things we think will set us free, are not the thing we need.
I think life is staggering and we’re just too used to it.
I know, from the three visits I made to him, the blended composite of love and fear that exists only in a boy’s notion of his father.
Even our beliefs have become trend statements. We don’t even believe things because we believe them anymore. We only believe things because they are cool things to believe.
I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.
We live on top of the created world, I think to myself, not in it.
There are two types of men in this world – one is looking for a woman to make his life complete and the other is looking for a woman to join his complete life.
Being a Christian is more like falling in love than understanding a series of ideas.
The early bird catches the worm. But I have never been one for worms. I am not sure what the late bird catches but I will feast with him today. Probably porridge.
I love to give to charity, but I don’t want to be charity. This is why I have so much trouble with grace.
Today I wonder why it is God refers to Himself as ‘Father’ at all. This, to me, in light of the earthly representation of the role, seems a marketing mistake.
My Sunday school teachers had turned Bible narrative into children’s fables. They talked about Noah and the ark because the story had animals in it. They failed to mention that this was when God massacred all of humanity.
God made a whole beautiful earth and decided to put you in it, to experience all of this beauty. You can’t do that watching television all the time.
The heart responds to the conflict within a story.
When I was in love there was somebody in the world who was more important than me, and that, given all that happened at the fall of man, is a miracle, like something God forgot to curse.
It was a haunting feeling, the sort of sensation you get when you wonder whether you are two people, the other of which does things you can’t explain, bad and terrible things.
I can’t do it. It would be like, say, trying to fall in love with somebody, or trying to convince yourself that your favorite food is pancakes. You don’t decide those things, they just happen to you. If God is real, He needs to happen to me.