All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.

The trouble with me, he thought unhappily, is that I have been about the world long enough to know that God's plans for us, however infallibly good, may not take the form we expect and demand.

So, wonder! I also wonder about you, " said Cadfael mildly. "Do you know any human creatures who are not strangers, one to another?

Perhaps thought really is prayer.

He's asleep in the harbor, disguised as dog shit.

I can't give you the moon, ” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

I would like to die on Mars. Just not on impact.

I am the East. I have philosophies, I have religions, who would exchange them for airplanes?

Would you risk your life for love?

Our prayers are the shadows of mercy.

Satan does not care whether he drags you down to hell as a Calvinist or as an Arminian, so long as he can get you there.

In an ideal world, an individual's institutional power would be correlated perfectly with his or her value-add. In practice, this is seldom the case.

I love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'Connor. I read a lot of American writers.

The fate of a child is in the hands of his parents.