“For how could he live with himself, if indeed he did live at all, knowing that his life was so inextricably bound to others, knowing that he was not his own man? “So,” — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“Magic is dangerous: it's neither good nor bad, right nor wrong; it can be both a blessing and a curse. It takes strength, the… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“There were so many dead their spirits could no longer be contained in the darkness, and, like deer, their population had spilled over into… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“He stayed up with the eye all night, staring into its shiny blueness, seeing himself within it, until the sun, rising above the tree… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“Mine was a crazy dream- but what dream isn't crazy? Can a dream be a dream and be sensible? No. A sensible dream is… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. He’s lived his whole life like a turtle, within an emotional carapace that makes for the… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“Word of his great strength, intelligence, and perseverance had spread even this far, and yet his youth was such that my father knew he… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“Dying, he has that look dying people get in their eyes sometimes, happy and sad, tired and spiritually blessed, all at the same time.” — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“He was just changing, transforming himself into something new and different to carry his life forward in. All” — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“It was laid out much like any other town—thoughtlessly, and in haste. Here is where the rich people lived, and here the workers. This… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“We are part of an energy larger than ourselves, and we play roles in a cosmic fabric that outstrip our incarnate understanding.” — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
“You are a good dad,” I say. “Thanks,” he says, and his eyelids flutter a bit, as if he’s heard what he’s come to… — Daniel Wallace Copy Share Image
