I know." He leaned back, looking into her eyes. "But I'm not going anywhere, Jenny. I'll fight to stay with you.

You are mine." He spoke against her lips. "You always have been. You always will be.

Jenny, " he whispered. "My Jenny.

He lifted a hand to her face, running a fingertip across her cheekbone and down to her mouth. It lingered for a moment before he dropped his hand to his side. "I'll be here.

In AR, a falling tree makes no sound unless there is a witness to behold the event. Otherwise, it is only a changing pattern in a complex data-stream.

...you cannot eat every tadpole and frog in the pond, but you can eat the biggest and ugliest one, and that will be enough, at least for the time being.

Even the superstars need to be coached once in awhile.

Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps.

Without translation, I would be limited to the borders of my own country. The translator is my most important ally. He introduces me to the world.

It is often the case, as all the saints know, that fellowship with the Father and the Son is most vivid and sweet, and Christian joy is greatest, when the cross is heaviest.

Owning a handgun doesn't make you armed any more than owning a guitar makes you a musician.

All things pass and pain is temporary. It comes to teach a lesson and when the lesson is understood it disappears into the night.

The revolt against individualism naturally calls artists severely to account, because the artist is of all men the most individual; those who were not have been long forgotten.

I truly believe that at times like this, silence is not golden. It is yellow.