Pity is something only weakness wants.

Imagination is so much harder to face than reality.

The only time I'm pleased with myself is when I'm exhausted and shaking from having written too much.

figures are clear and open, they hold nothing hidden, no secret they will not tell.

There's less skill and more plain hard work to writing than anyone except a writer thinks.

He was free-free to choose to swing from a tree for the afternoon rather than mend fences or train horses. He was free to live.

Computers rather frighten me, because I never did learn to type, so the whole thing seems extraordinarily complicated to me.

Gloom we have always with us, a rank and sturdy weed, but joy requires tending.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.

Humility is often a false front we employ to gain power over others.

I think the biggest shift has been in realizing how much more we are creating our life than we realize. That was sort of the epiphany to me.

My struggles with myself seldom reach aerobic level.

Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly.

Art has the ability to redeem life by finding beauty even in the worst aspect of things.

When we ponder His voluntary atonement, any sense of sacrifice on our part becomes completely overshadowed by a profound sense of gratitude for the privilege of serving Him.