God is coming! God is coming! All the element we swim in, this existence, echoes ahead the advent. God is coming! Can't you feel it?

Mirrors that hide nothing hurt me. But this is the hurt of purging and precious renewal - and these are the mirrors of dangerous grace.

So go back to the books. They will comfort you and cheer you. If you earnestly work with them, neither sorrow nor anxiety nor distress nor suffering need trouble your mind any more, no, not evermore.

Sorrow spoken lends a little courage to the speaker.

Fantasy deals with the immeasurable while science-fiction deals with the measurable.

Unless you learn to play a duet in the same key, to the same rhythm, a slow process of disengagement will wedge you apart, first secretly, psychologically, and then openly and miserably.

Eugene Peterson's language makes the Bible exciting and strong, sweet, sharp, persuasive, painful, personal, contemporary, kind, and dramatic—and available to every reader of this age.

We never slam the door on flattery, we nudge it shut like a man rejecting his mistress: if she nudges back, we're delighted – and if she breaks it down, we rejoice.

In your attempts to heal this beloved one, the Holy Spirit finds opportunity to keep the promise of Jesus - and indeed, to heal.

Knowledge is a dangerous thing. But ignorance is no protection.

She was certain this trip would be a landslide of regret, anger and resentment, crumbling around a day of sadness.

That's the way progress works: the more we build up these vast repertoires of scientific and technological understanding, the more we conceal them.

It's amazing to hear, as a voice matures and then starts to decline, what kind of emotion is still conveyed by a really good vocalist.

I'll be writing records until I'm dead, whether people like it or not!

It's not an easy thing to be let go.

I'm used to watching old movies of myself.

We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.

I believe that proving is not a natural activity for mathematicians.

So how do you know him? (Shahara) I knocked on his door one day and said, ‘Hi, I’m here to rob you. Hope you don’t mind. Oh, and by the way, will you be my friend?’ (Syn)