“Some people are desperate because they don't know how to ask for His grace.”

“When people ask me how old the Earth is, I tell them I don't know because I don't.”

“he asked, "what makes a man awriter?""well," I said, "it's simple, it's either youget it down on paper or you jump off abridge.writers are desperate people and when they stopbeing desperate they stop beingwriters.""are you desperate?""I don't know...”

“Know how to ask. There is nothing more difficult for some people, nor for others, easier.”

“People always ask me that, how it feels to be an orphan. I don't know. I want to ask them how it feels to have a family.”

“Was it love of people?' I asked her.'Of course no,' she snapped sharply. 'How can you love ignorant, brutish people whom you don't even know? Can anyone love filth and squalor? Or lice and rats? Who can love aching weariness, and carry on working, in spite of it? One cannot love these things. One can only love God, and through His grace come to love His people.”