I'd rather see your honest pain than a brave front.

Leaving the group, he reclined on a couch, drank morosely, and watched people. He noticed the games they played with one another. They put on masks of civility, all while spewing their venom.

What does the body matter if the soul is dead?

Past and future were out of her hands. One was finished and couldn't be undone. The other was beyond imagining.

Dwelling on the past only defeated her chances for changing the future.

The appeal was so often the same: Make me comfortable so I can go on doing whatever I want to do. They wanted sin without consequences.

Regret drives us to repentance, and repentance leads us to God.

Anything Freed with Guns will Go Back Eventually.

Holy cow, she'd just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding, Oh shit.

The adult author finds that by inadvertently violating the school's alcohol policy, she breaks down some part of the barrier between her and the younger students who are subject to more rules.

My night shall be remembered for a starThat outshone all the suns of all men's days

It's modern-day slavery.

When starting at the bottom, be willing to learn from those at the top.

Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew--knew--that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?

A satire should expose nothing but what is corrigible, and should make a due discrimination between those that are and those that are not the proper objects of it.

Regardless of how good or bad a collection might be, it's a letdown after the show is over. It's done. Something you've worked on for months is just over.

Nothing is more powerful than individuals acting out of their own conscience.