Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.

The Principles That Will Save Earth's Life Are The Same Principles That Save The Living Souls Of Humans: Ineluctable Spiritual Principles.

There Are Many Things Worth Telling That Are Not Quite Narrative. And Eternity Itself Possesses No Beginning, Middle Or End. Fossils, Arrowheads, Castle Ruins, Empty Crosses: From The Parthenon To The Bo Tree To A Grown Man's Or Woman's Old Stuffed Bear, What Moves Us About Many Objects Is Not What Remains But What Has Vanished. There Comes A Time, Thanks To Rivers, When A Few Beautiful Old Teeth Are All That Remain Of The Two-hundred-foot Spires Of Life We Call Trees. There Comes A River, Whose Current Is Time, That Does A Similar Sculpting In The Mind.

Faith Of Cranes Is A Love Song To The Beauty And Worth Of The Lives We Are Able To Lead In The World Just As It Is, Troubled Though It Be... The Writing Is Honest, Intensely Lived, And Overflowing With Heart: Broken, Mended, And Whole.

Wonder Is Like Grace, In That It's Not A Condition We Grasp; It Grasps Us. Wonder Is Not An Obligatory Element In The Search For Truth. We Can Seek Truth Without Wonder's Assistance. But Seek Is All We'll Do; There Will Be No Finding. Unless Wonder Descends, Unlocks Us ... Truth Is Unable To Enter. Wonder May Be The Aura Of Truth, The Halo Of It. Or Something Even Closer. Wonder May Be The Caress Of Truth, Touching Our Very Skin.

To Me, It's A Great Day Every Time I Receive A Letter From Somebody Who Climbed Inside One Of My Books, Inhabited It For A While, Learned A Little Something, And Emerged Grateful.