“Having a sense of purpose is having a sense of self. A course to plot is a destination to hope for.”
“This was reality, she thought, this sense of clear outlines, of purpose, of lightness, of hope.”
“Do you have no sense of self-preservation?”
“Your hope doesn't come from within-not in the sense of self, anyway. It comes from God alone. If not, then it will crumble and blow as dust to the wind. You have only to fix your sights on Jesus.”
“Fuckin' A... hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation.”
“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.”