The Sweets rarely set foot on the avenues. They'd always lived on the street-side of town, where duct tape held everything together and WD-40 stopped the squeaks.

She'd taken his heart and his virginity and left him more bitter than sweet.

West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.

And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.

She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.

Being this close to him was like sitting under a hotness heat lamp. In the desert. At high noon.

If what you seek is Truth, there is one thing you must have above all else.” “I know. An overwhelming passion for it.” “No. An unremitting readiness to admit you may be wrong.

The scars on her face said something different about her, too-that she, like Cyra, knew what she was risking when she risked her life."pg 337

I turn, then, and look to the American people and to that God who has never forsaken them.

Everyone returns us to a different sense of ourselves, for we become a little of who they think we are.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.

It's fashionable for modern actors to talk about getting 'inside' a character. But you can't get to the inside without getting the outside right first.

I am very abnormal... But it wasnt very long ago that I wasnt so abnormal. I was very normal and headed for a lifetime of paying medical bills as proof of my normalcy.

I was probably born a scorer, but I was made a winner. Whatever works, whatever wins championships, wins games, that's what I do.

More than once I had seen a noble who had gotten his enemy at a disadvantage stop to pray before cutting his throat.

Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?