I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.

She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.

The Honey that Adorns my soul to Network with all Nobility in an Affable Humility means Hannah

Isn't that an odd philosophy for a vampire?

I haven't been very active in politics.

In this job, there are some simple pleasures that really help you cope. One is books, I mean, books are a great escape. Books are a way to get your mind on something else.

What is noise to the old order is harmony to the new.

How many miles to Babylon? Three-score and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light

Satan and all his agents, with all their combined strength and subtilty, cannot separate one soul from Christ.

Without involvement, there is no commitment. Mark it down, asterisk it, circle it, underline it. No involvement, no commitment.

Happiness is the soul's joy in the possession of the intangible.

If death itself were to die, would it have a ghost, and would the ghost of death visit the dead in the guise of someone alive, if only to fright them from any temptation to return?