If God has entrusted us with suffering, let us set our hearts and minds to work together with Him to enable Him to bring out of our trials all the glory He longs us to know.

...how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.

Jesus Christ is Lord of all, and all things have been put under his feet. There are no exceptions. (p. 70)

Our spirit knows our purpose, let these en-grained impressions shape our perceptions of who we think we are today.

A great writer created a world of his own and his readers are proud to live in it. A lesser writer may entice them in for a moment, but soon he will watch them filing out.

The only thing on my mind is getting into that ring and destroying a boxing myth, someone who has reached a level of infamy through doing a number of stupid things.

There's a statement in the Quran: There should be "absolutely no compulsion in religion."

We ape, we mimic, we mock. We act.

History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern.

I can't work in Brooklyn. Unless I'm completely locked away in a studio, there's just too much distraction and stimulation.