I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it..

I assume as a child Jesus had to learn how to do carpentry, learn Torah, learn all the things a human child had to learn. If He was human in all ways….

What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathin….

I believe in the Biblical documents supporting Jesus. But I have no illusions about them. I think they contain many flaws, scribal errors, and so for….

There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the ….

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of….

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment..

I like mainly to be invisible, to sort of drift around unseen in the world..

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision..

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god..

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk..

I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek..

When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough..

Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth.

I would have done just about anything for him..

Re-telling the Christian story is the essence of my vocation. That has been going on since the Evangelists in one form or another..

I resolved to move just a little bit more slowly through the world, to look around myself with greater care, and to try to remain conscious of all th….

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us..

I promised that from now on I would write only for the Lord..

I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe….

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indom….