Sometimes I definitely feel a sense of accomplishment but it’s never after accomplishing something.

All the resentment that lies in your heart is simply causing damage to you mostly.

My anger tempted the act of delinquency and it felt good to dabble.

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.”(The Yellow Sign)

Life is a sacred enduring journey.

Marriage is one long conversation checkered by disputes.

Humor's a weapon if you want to make it one.

No sane local official who has hung up an empty stocking over the municipal fireplace, is going to shoot Santa Claus just before a hard Christmas.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

I have been a reader of Science Fiction and Fantasy for a long time, since I was 11 or 12 I think, so I understand it and I'm not at all surprised that readers of the genre might enjoy my books.

The world is healed one loving thought at a time.