What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

Adversities are the best teacher and challenges are the best motivator.

Design should not dominate things, should not dominate people. It should help people. That's its role.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

So let us do real fighting, boring in and gouging, biting.

Feeling loved by God means feeling glad not only that He crushed His Son so that I can be forgiven, but that He's crushing everything that takes away from my praising of the glory of His grace.

I feel that one should employ methods that reflect the physics of the problem at hand rather than the methods one happens to know.

Virginia is the place, where, technologically speaking, they will burn people at the stake for possessing such things as toasters.

Hamburg totally wrecked us. I remember getting home to England and my dad thought I was half-dead. I looked like a skeleton, I hadn't noticed the change, I'd been having such a ball!

... studying is a preparation for knowing; it is a patient and impatient exercise on the part of someone whose intent is not to know it all at once but to struggle to meet the timing of knowledge.

The stupid texts of the Bible - from which, be the talents of the preacher what they may, only stupid sermons can be preached.