Let me say that I absolutely loved writing 'A Common Life,' because it was a book about love.

I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.

One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb.

Easter is never deserved.

Phillipians 4:13 for Pete's sake!

Love is an endless act of forgiveness.

There may be circumstances in this life that God uses to keep bringing us back to Him, looking for His grace.

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

So many people don't know that God loves them. They feel, 'Why would God love me? Why would He be interested in me?

Loving can be hard. Sometimes we don't feel loving, but it isn't all about feeling. Very often it is about will. Practice that if you can.

My first novel is loaded with food references largely because my cupboards were bare, and I was writing hungry.

You need to think about the month, you need to plan the day, you need to take your elephant and divide into pieces and eat a slice a day

God created us to be great in our calling

When everyone has a microphone, you can't hear anything. Choose one voice carefully and listen in.

The country is not growing because the mental state of the people are retarded

Some of the most famous people in history never got a dinner!

The fricassee with dumplings is made by a Mrs. Miller whose husband has left her four times on account of her disposition and returned four times on account of her cooking.

Half of my success is my fearlessness and recklessness, of just seeing the end and not stopping until you get there.

Have you tried neuroxing papers? It.'s a very easy and cheap process. You hold the page in front of your eyes and you let it go through there into the brain. It's much better than xeroxing.

All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.