I know a great number of things, though never all at once or for very long.

Nature was beautiful and filled with spirituality without needing to be likewise full of spirits.

I could either succumb to the nightmares I’ve raised or paint them.

Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures?

The Word no longer belonged to Man because they believed it did not. Man saw the gods alone as Creators and forgot that there had ever been any other way.

Angels are just beyond us. They’re creatures that biology doesn’t apply to. They don’t love humanity at all. They just love God.

You get a few of them together and don’t be surprised if pipes and drums appear out of nowhere. It is a sort of magic people believe in…

[His] leaving had stabbed her heart. This organ was not inclined to forgive her for vulnerability.

His mind was a tapestry constantly weaving and unweaving with the dedication of Penelope for her Odysseus.

You belong to the world. Don’t be afraid to be a part of it.

God has planned the world too perfectly for me to doubt that everyone is where they are supposed to be.

We may be unlovely yet we are not unloved.

The 'Wild West' is a good description of law enforcement in the desert southwest USA.

Just because we're going to be in different worlds doesn't mean we've left each other - Julie Jaynes

For some reason, people think I am this terrible person and it really hurts me to hear that. I am just doing the best I know how to.

When a thought appears such as "Do the dishes" and you don't do them, notice how an internal war breaks out... The stress and weariness you feel are really mental combat fatigue.

Never, ever forget that you are a servant.

All that is necessary to raise imbecility into what the mob regards as profundity is to lift it off the floor and put it on a platform.

There is a hunger for the United States to be present again.

Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.

Men are sometimes hanged for telling the truth.