As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

He knew himself well enough that once she was gone he wouldn’t last regardless. His heart would simply stop beating without her.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.

The woman lived inside him, was his mate.

She was his life, his everything.

I’m not letting you go, Fiona, ” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. “I’m not going anywhere.

Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.

Enough anecdotes make a pattern.

We become weirder parents when we fall more and more in love with Christ.

Liberty and equality are captivating sounds, but they often captivate to destroy.

...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

Yes, there truly is a joy to giving.

Science had married the wilderness and was taming the savage shrew.

Hard times fall upon everybody. Whatever it is, we're going to get out of it.

As an artist, you never want to write the same song again, you always want to challenge yourself to writing in a different way.

Anyone can keep going in an easy situation, but do you have a philosophy which can enable you to meet the worst hardship?