Beguildy looked at me over the rim of a great measure of mead. 'Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em, my wench, ' he said.

I thought she had a good heart, though not much respectability- or maybe it was because of that.

Knowledge, Power, Fame, and Wealth cannot give you Eternal life but Salvation will

If God in his wisdom have brought closeThe day when I must die,That day by water or fire or airMy feet shall fall in the destined snareWherever my road may lie.

As for the healing, that comes from the writing, from living and writing. That's my catharsis. That's why I never regret sharing because it's part of my healing!

If you play jazz, then you play with your fingers. If you're playing rock, you use a pick. There's really no rhyme or reason to that other than that's just the way it has been.

What people loathe the most is to be orphaned, desolate, unworthy. But this is what princes and kings call themselves.

Man is constantly building anxiety-structures, like geodesic domes, around his social and religious institutions.

In deep pain, people don't need logic, advice, encouragement, or even Scripture. They just need you to show up and shut up.

My instrument is the studio. When I play my instrument, I'm creating music using the studio. All the other instruments serve it.

We only fully grasp the gospel when we understand, as Paul did, that we are the worst sinner we know

I was never meant to sit at home.