I slept so long and hard that when my mother woke me the next morning I was a stranger to myself.

Somewhere, excitement waited for me like an uncut cake.

Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold and dark knows how I felt.

All around us, birds woke up the sky.

But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them.

And that's when I felt the first wave of sorrow that came from keeping a new secret.

Our conduct has a direct influence on how people think about the gospel. The world doesn't judge us by our theology

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening.

I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.

Histories used often to be stories: the fashion now is to leave out the story. Our histories are stall-fed: the facts are absorbed by the reflexions, as the meat is sometimes by the fat.

The reason I love my dog so much is because when I come home, he's the only one in the world who treats me like I'm the Beatles.

True beauty is to behold and reflect the beauty of God.

I never discuss discussions.

In London, I've always lived within 10 miles of where I was born. You see, there is something called a spirit of place, and my place happens to be London, at least once a fortnight.

Well, I don't think it ever did, but in the early '60s I got interested in folk music.

Where we hope to land (and where we do land, though only for a fleeting moment, enough for tired wings to catch the wind anew) is a 'there' which we thought of little and knew of even less.