Lancelot and Guinevere – they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight.

Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.

The knowledge of “Where am I going?” sometimes depends on the faithfulness in little things

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Love has no boundaries.

If you have a therapist who agrees with your every word, then your brain isn't getting proper exercise.

I don't really miss God but I sure miss Santa Claus!

Be humble, talk little, think and pray much.

sometimes we do not realize how much we have to be grateful for until it is threatened.

How ridiculous not to flee from one's own wickedness, which is possible, yet endeavor to flee from another's which is not.

Being an author, is being a dictator. (in a good way)

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.