The louder our world today is, the deeper God seems to remain in silence. Silence is the language of eternity; noise passes.

Not alone is the child born through the mother, but the mother also is born through the child.

Symbols are the language of something invisible spoken in the visible world.

The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything becomes what we choose to invent.

That was the problem with love. It never happened on your terms, it happened on theirs.

And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say:You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.

Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to god, and keep your face to the raising sun.

I don't have the proudest moment in football.

Great men are never sufficiently shown but in struggles.

How can you send somebody else's kid to war if you won't send your own?

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A fullblown storm where everything changes.

True individuality can be lonely.

Practically all SF is trash.