“On a date, you shared your deep thoughts with each other, but not that deep. We were eating sandwiches, for God's sake.”

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

“all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other,who will?”

“The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”

“And we'd look at each other the way you do when you see someone on the street you think you recognize, but not quite. Someone you wish with all your heart were there but who is actually just a stranger. And you feel a kind of deep longing that hurts like a huge gash and your inability to fix it leaves you frustrated and angry and bone-deep lonely.”

“The place to which God calls you is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet.”