A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

But words are more powerful than anything.

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

I think your vision gets better as you get older.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

You should spend more time reading the Good Book and less reading all those novels. What are you going to tell the Lord on Judgement Day when He asks you why you didn't read your bible?

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

With some money in your pocket you walk confidently, you talk confidently and you work confidently.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

God cannot be reduced to a sample for analysis.

Great talkers do not stop for breath, and never look at the clock.

I have a huge need for financial security; the emigrant in me has a fear of ending up homeless and in the gutter.

I watch the ball fiercely to see its height and speed off my opponent's racket so I can decide how I want to hit it.

I get scared easily, so I'm not one for just sitting down with a bowl of popcorn and watching horror stories. But, I mean, I'm learning more. Maybe one day I'd like to be able to watch them.

Ah, tell them they are men!