He needed to get away from the rush of the city, from the unceasing noise and annoying obligations.

You're worrying about things you can't control. Just take things one day at a time.

At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence.

There's no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.

The Christian of the future will be a mystic or he will not exist at all.

I love to take a walk to get myself present and to wind my mind down.

The simple life on the farm was everything to me. Nothing was more relaxing after a long plane flight than to reach the winding driveway that led up to my house. The quiet of the night was more soothing than a sleeping pill.

Every single day the world seems like it is on the brink of falling apart. But then I look outside my window, and things look about the same as they did a week ago. It's almost a form of cognitive dissonance.

The only thing that relaxes me is archery. That's why I have to have apartments with gardens.

Let God leave us! Let us grow up. Let us walk forward on our own. Because we need the silence of the holy: we need the sacred and equally we need its maddening silence. And in the curious privacy and relief of that silence we can go out into the chaos and commit a thousand acts of minor and gleeful splendor all our own. If it's our tragedy to be left by God, then let it also be our luck.

Hadn't they confiscated our cell phones, our tablets, all of our screens and digital access to the outside? We were being held in an analog prison, said David.

She gazed right through it to the future, another time and place without this jangling cascade of arbitrary noise.