“Still,” he says, “if I shared my doubts with you, about God and love and life and death, that’s all you’d have: a bunch of doubts. But now, see, you’ve got all these great jokes.” “They’re” — 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
