Most of my reading is rereading.

Disappointment was never a thing you looked for, but it had a wonderful way of clearing the mind.

A junkie spends half his life waiting.

She lay outside in the courtyard, staring up at the raindrops… feeling them hit her body… trying to guess where one would land next. The nuns called again, threatening that pneumonia might make an insufferably headstrong child a lot less curious about nat

It was never just about the money.

Joy is thankfulness, and when we are joyful, that is the best expression of thanks we can offer the Lord, Who delivers us from sorrow and sin.

I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

There's no one to mourn for a life that love stole.

A gentle Quaker hearing a strange noise in his house one night got up and discovered a burglar busily at work. He went and got his gun came back and stood quietly in the doorway. 'Friend ' he said 'I would do thee no harm for the world but thou stand

It is interesting to wonder whether taxonomists of the future may regret the way our generation messed around with genomes.

This life is the only opportunity we will have to worship God in the midst of trials and tests. Heaven will be perfect.