Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

It is time to end a story that began in sorrow and ordeal and has ended in a deep and lasting happiness. May it be so for others.

Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.

With every divine encounter, we receive new grace.

Artists are dishonest creatures really. They foist their version of reality upon us while making it all up. Writers, painters, musicians, auteurs—they’re all the same.

A wonderful stream is the River Time As it runs through the realms of Tears With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme As it blends with the ocean of Years.

People are looking for an answer, and I know that Answer is Jesus Christ.

Your friendship is better than chocolate! Well, anyway, it's right up there.

I'm more of a fan of combat games than first-person shooters.

People always say the abused abuse and it is not true. I am totally the opposite.

It is shameful for man to rest in ignorance of the structure of his own body, especially when the knowledge of it mainly conduces to his welfare, and directs his application of his own powers.

Each misfortune you encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck.