Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.

t may not be the life you imagined, but it’s your life. You came here for a reason. Is it time for you to go and begin again?

Cause and effect are rarely directly related. Justice has a mind of her own.

You earn brotherhood—the purest friendship, trust, love, whatever you want to call it—moment by moment through how you treat others.

Silence has built walls, walls that I attempt to break by pedaling faster, only to be imprisoned a hundred feet down the road.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.

To exist here, I’ll have to become skilled in saying no—an art in which I was once well accomplished, but one I no longer care to practice.

Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.

I never get used to the faces--wide-eyed and full of possibility--staring bad at me.

The Lord is a great God.The Lord is a great King.

Heresies are experiments in man's unsatisfied search for truth.

I am wandering inside, wandering through my past, trying to see if there is a place there strong enough to hold me.

Thanksgiving is coming. I wonder what the holiday will be like at Dog the Bounty Hunter’s house—obviously, they’ll have a turkey with all-white meat.

I am not a historian. I am a writer obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past

Sometimes I play guitar like a frustrated drummer.

Being on the spiritual path means you want to be a success in an existential sphere, not just on a social level.

God is our loving Father who loves his children perfectly. So, every part of his Word is an expression of his love to us.

I was married for 36 years but now I'm free.

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.