All mountain landscapes hold stories: the ones we read, the ones we dream, and the ones we create.-from the Editor's Note, The Alpinist (April 1, 2010)

Because you tred upon my dreams, the world is made of magic things.

Belonging to another man and therefore not even a little bit to him.

I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.

Even the loveliest shoulders can bear but so much.

Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it's less good than the one you had before.

One of the enduring truths of the nation's capital is that bureaucrats survive.

Everything we have - every blessing, every talent - is a gift from our Father. The only thing that's all ours is our sin.

All the poems of our lives are not yet made.

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.

Id just love to have an audience and its the most fun in the world to get a new script every week and have the audience come in, and work with those actors.