She has done for me at last, Rachel my torment.

But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.

Because I believe there is nothing so self-destroying, and no emotion quite so despicable, as jealousy.

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

Our wives, our families, and our churches need godly men who have discernment--discernment to deal with life and life-issues on a spiritual level.

Anyone can go online and write anything they want about people they don't even know, and most of the time, that is fueled by hate. The sad part is that people actually believe what they read online.

A touch of truth makes a lie worth believing.

Unless one decorates one's house for oneself alone, best leave it bare, for other people are walleyed.

When your ex says ‘You’ll never find anyone like me’. Say ‘that’s the point’.

I like the discipline of writing a script. You can't go into the character's head - you have to find these creative ways to help externalize what they're thinking.

We fit the universe through our brains and it comes out in the form of nothing less than poetry. We have a responsibility to awe.

I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

I'm always perversely attracted to characters that seem one thing, but are ultimately revealed as another...