“The breath coming out of your chest
Turns into a dark cloud
And stands like a wall
In front of your eyes”

“Hold your horses. I'm coming."…
"From where I'm standing you're just breathing laboriously."
The snow swam out of focus. "Breathing hard. Are you coming or just breathing hard. You've got to get your one-liners straight.”

“You say, it's dark. And in truth, I did place a cloud before your sun. But do you not see how the edges of the cloud are already glowing and turning light.”

“On a burning bridge, your options are minimal at best Depending on where you're standing And how much breath is in your chest If it came down to it Would you high-tail home and hide? Or dance on fire and enjoy the ride?”

“Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.”

“How to run an ultramarathon? Puff out your chest, put one foot in front of the other, and don't stop till you cross the finish line.”

“When I was suffocated by my own suffering, I could only cry out with the breath left in my chest, "Stab me with your anger! But don't kill me with your love!"”

“Changing the world for the better always comes with pain, with fatigue, with some heavy-hearted feeling of unfairness, with this unbreakable wall. But, as it turns out, there is always a flashlight that will sparkle at some point behind this dark spell, and you just walk towards this light hoping that you can peck a hole in that wall and squeeze your way through it.”

“If Jesus does come down out of the clouds like a superhero, Christianity will stand revealed as a science. That will be the science of Christianity.”

“Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye
Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.”