Growing up is a process that never ends. It isn't a point you attain so you can say, Hooray, I'm grown up. Some people never grow up. And nobody ever….

You've got to accept the fact that you are basically not teaching a subject, you are teaching children.

George MacDonald gives me renewed strength during times of trouble--times when I have seen people tempted to deny God--when he says, "The Son of God ….

Yes! I dare disturb the universe..

Truth is what is true, and it's not necessarily factual. Truth and fact are not the same thing. Truth does not contradict or deny facts, but it goes ….

The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain..

I love, therefore I am vulnerable..

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed..

We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are..

God understands. And God understands that part of us which is more than we think we are..

Just write a little bit every day. Even if it's for only half an hour — write, write, write..

We need the rock of the past under our feet in order to spring forward into the future..

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humil….

There is nothing we need be afraid to say before the Lord..

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do..

The world has been abnormal for so long that we've forgotten what it's like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace….

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy..

When the artist is truly the servant of the work, the work is better than the artist; Shakespeare knew how to listen to his work, and so he often wro….

Maybe the theatre isn't any place for a reasonable human being after all. It keeps your emotions in such a constant state of upheaval. It's really te….

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To ….

Poetry, at least the kind I write, is written out of immediate need; it is written out of pain, joy, and experience too great to be borne until it is….