The fatted calf, the best Scotch, the hoedown could all have been his too, any time he asked for them except that he never thought to ask for them be… - Frederick Buechner

It hardly matters how the body of Jesus came to be missing because in the last analysis what convinced the people that he had risen from the dead was not the absence of his corpse but his living presence. And so it has been ever since.

The writers who get my personal award are the ones who show exceptional promise of looking at their lives in this world as candidly and searchingly and feelingly as they know how and then of telling the rest of us what they have found there most worth finding. We need the eyes of writers like that to see through. We need the blood of writers like that in our veins.

What’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.