A true Christian man is distinguished from other men, not so much by his beneficent works, as by his patience.
As a writer, I have learned that each time I pick up my pencil I betray someone.
To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.
There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.
Not everything is meant for all to hear.
Whatever artistry may occur within the manuscript, the magic happens for me in the last draft. Whatever I have been resistant to say must finally be said. In the end, I see where my pencil has been leading me.
There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness.
God loves us so much that he crushed his Son so that we might be his and that this love isn't based on our worthiness or performance. His love doesn't fluctuate from day-to-day. It was settled the moment he set it upon you before the foundation of the world.
Everything I have now is so real, so vivid.
As long as we define ourselves in terms of our pain and our problems, we will never be free from them.
They are evil people, the press, the media, they are bad people, and nobody, nobody lies like they do. I never like it when they tell me that, and I'm sure they're right, but when people say things that are fabrication - you know, there were fabricated stories made up, these were fabrications. Out of nowhere.