“You cannot run away from a weakness, you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now and where you stand?”

“What a privilege and opportunity it is to utterly come to the end of one's hope-not only to run out of answers, but to run out of questions. To be beyond fighting, to come to that suspended animation where we are so confused and so weak that we can neither fight or run. When you come to the end of yourself, you find the beginning of God. And there and nowhere else, you find the answers you seek. You find fulfillment for the longings of your soul. ”

“Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.”“Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.”

“Everyone runs away from something, but who are you running to? Who are you running with? Why are you running for? Why run at all?”

“What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.”

“A girl is like a young tree, she said. You must stand tall and listen to your mother standing next to you. That is the only way to grow strong and straight. But if you bend to listen to other people, you will grow crooked and weak. You will fall to the ground with the first strong wind. And then you will be like a weed, growing wild in any direction, running along the ground until someone pulls you out and throws you away. ”