It was like hiking into a Hemingway story; everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

Ghosts are a metaphor for memory and remembrance and metaphorically connect our world to the world we cannot know about.

It was like hiking into a Hemingway story everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

Only a swine thinks size and strenght are the same thing.

A memorable heart is the easiest way to immortality.

A child playing with its father screams louder, laughs harder, jumps more eagerly, puts more faith in everything.

It's really tough to get happy music going, you know?

I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well.

God seeks us where we are, not so that we stay there, but so that we may come to be where He is, so that we may get beyond ourselves.

What selfish seeds I plant along the way, black harvest today.

Steve Jobs was the greatest inventor since Thomas Edison. He put the world at our fingertips.

It's fun to talk about heaven, about the throne of God and Jesus and Pop and the daughter we thought we had lost but will meet again someday. But it's not fun to talk about how we got there.

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?