She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car, ” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.

If your heart loses the ability to trust, you'll never love again.

Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.“Damn, I love the tango, ” he whispered, tickling her ear.

Our Scripture awakened that most glorious of things, the spontaneous love our Lord so desires His children to bear Him, for it is what He bears them.

Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood.

Master I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. Why as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Western States keep playing with, and around, Russia.

The only good thing about the good old days is they're gone.

It is good to labor; it is also good to rest from labor.

Let bygones be bygones because everybody knew that forgiveness was divine.

As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out.

The big artist .. . keeps a sharp eye on Nature and steals her tools.

I never liked mellow sounding guitar.