How boys transitioned from bothersome pests to men who made her pulse skip a beat and her head swim in a flood of pleasurable sensations was beyond her. Perhaps this was the true definition of magic.

He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed. Like the hiss of incinerating ashes. 'What is this bright, orange orb in the sky that mocks me with its warmth?

Secrets are foolish creatures, I have learned. No longer do I wish to play with fools.

He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed. Like the hiss of incinerating ashes. "What is this bright, orange orb in the sky that mocks me with its warmth?

Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends.

This world is your world but that doesn't mean you can always stop it from burning.

The Word of the Lord endures forever. The Bible is to judge us; we're not to judge the Bible.

Sometimes when it goes really well, you wonder, "who's that at the piano?"

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

Our work is to present things that are as they are.

Technique plays a part - you have to know how to play.

God help him." He chortled. "He doesn't realize he loves her. And even if he did, he wouldn't admitted it." -Dr. Whitticomb

It's about time we start criticizing faith.

The way to the stars is open.