Frederick Buechner

“ ‘I hear you are entering the ministry,’ the woman said down the long table, meaning no real harm. ‘Was it your own idea or were you poorly advised?’ And the answer that she could not have heard even if I had given it was that it was not an idea at all, neither my own or anyone else’s. It was a lump in the throat. It was an itching in the feet. It was a stirring in the blood at the sound of rain. It was a sickening in the heart at the sight of misery. It was a clamoring of ghosts. It was a name which, when I wrote it out in a dream, I knew was a name worth dying for even if I was not brave enough to do the dying myself and could not even name the name for sure.”
-Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace

No man is
“Humanity is like an enormous spider web, so that if you touch it anywhere, you set the whole thing trembling… Our lives are linked together. No man is an island.”
-Frederick Buechner