He May Not Have Been

Sometimes It Seemed To Him That His Life Was Delicate As A Dandelion. One Little Puff From Any Direction, And It Was Blown To Bits.

We Are Trying To Communicate That Which Lies In Our Deepest Heart, Which Has No Words, Which Can Only Be Hinted At Through The Means Of A Story. And Somehow, Miraculously, A Story That Comes From Deep In My Heart Calls From A Reader That Which Is Deepest In His Or Her Heart, And Together From Our Secret Hidden Selves We Create A Story That Neither Of Us Could Have Told Alone.

Youth Is A Mortal Wound.

As Much Pleasure As Young People Get From Twittering And Texting, There Is No Way These Activities Will Nourish Their Minds And Spirits The Way Literature Can.

The Challenge For Those Of Us Who Care About Our Faith And About A Hurting World Is To Tell Stories Which Will Carry The Words Of Grace And Hope In Their Bones And Sinews And Not Wear Them Like Fancy Dress.