I know what it’s like to be different. I’m a Native American in a white world.

The hand at her back stroked up and down. Never straying too far south, but igniting a fire inside her that she wanted this fireman to stoke instead of extinguish

She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God’s gift to her, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

We have all grown wiser.

S’up?” he asks. My voice rattles when I answer. “N-not much. You know, reanimated corpses chasing me on a cruise ship. Same old.

If you own something you cannot give away, then you don't own it, it owns you.

Surely those who know the great passionate heart of Jehovah must deny their own loves to share in the expression of His.

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?

In America, we have energy literally off our shores and under our feet.

winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself.

Someone can do anything they want to you on the outside, but whatever they do to me they cannot destroy what's on my inside. Mentally that cannot be taken away from me, no matter what someone does.

Not every flying hero has a cape.

Literature is the thought of thinking souls.