Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.
If you’re going to care about the fall of the sparrow you can’t pick and choose who’s going to be the sparrow. It’s everybody.
Because we fail to listen to each other’s stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.
The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain.
Detachment and involvement: the artist must have both. The link between them is compassion. It has taken me over fifty years to get a glimmer of what this means.
But unless we are creators, we are not fully alive.
Great art always transcends its culture, while lesser art merely reflects it.
I love, therefore I am vulnerable.
There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.
I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be.
There are times when I feel that he has withdrawn from me, and I have often given him cause, but Easter is always the answer to My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!
Because to take away a man’s freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.
Just because we don’t understand doesn’t mean that the explanation doesn’t exist.
Reading is a creative activity. You have to visualize the characters, you have to hear what the voices sound like.
You’ve got to accept the fact that you are basically not teaching a subject, you are teaching children.
To be a witness means to live in such a way that one’s life would not make sense if God did not exist.
Inspiration does not always precede the act of writing; it often follows it.
Artists of all disciplines must be willing to go into the dark, let go control, be surprised.
Easter is always the answer to “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!”
Art should communicate with as many people as possible.