The only thing you have to do in this life is die, " said Mrs. Pinsky..."everything else is a choice.

But the past is long, and the future is short.

It requires a certain kind of bravery, I suppose, to choose the status quo. There's a certain boldness to inaction.

We were a different kind of Christian, the quiet, reasonable kind, a breed embarrassed by the mention of miracles.

We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.

This was the first time I noticed it, the inevitable space between father and man.

He'd grown eager to hand off his things, as if the weight of his possessions kept him tethered to this earth, and by giving them away, he could snip those strings.

The only religious opinion I feel sure of is this: self-awareness is not just a bunch of amino acids bumping together.

Play like a child, because you are still that beautiful child.

Even if god was proved beyond doubt that he did not exist. We would still believe in him. We don't need hard facts, we need true emotions.

When we think we can manage our time, our circumstances, and our relationships without His help and inspiration, we know what unmanageability is.

The deepest sin against the human mind is to believe things without evidence.

There is no problem so big it cannot be run away from.

I think that feels like it to me. I mean whenever you talk about writing I think you have to remember that it all has a big question mark over it - every word has a big question mark over it.

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.

A good, true, intense love is not complete without madness.

I think Sin City is a good example. Nobody would accuse Sin City of being historically inaccurate because it takes place in modern times.