“I refuse to put God into a little box I can handle, for that would insult us both.”

“God does not give us more than we can handle," I am told but I wonder if God doesn't overestimate me just a little. Or perhaps, and this is likely, I underestimate God.”

“They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but sometimes I think God has overestimated what I can take.”

“I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.”

“Little by little, in telling Sam all these details, I got to see the bigger point of baseball, that it can give us back ourselves. We’re a crowd animal, a highly gregarious, communicative species, but the culture and the age and all the fear that fills our days have put almost everyone into little boxes, each of us all alone. But baseball, if we love it, gives us back our place in the crowd. It restores us.”

“I'm not equipped to handle what she has, both good and bad and what she has is always a package deal of both. In other words, I've been assigned a load I can handle.”