When you spend your life taking care of mudmen, you can't help getting a little dirty yourself.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

The person healed has an obligation to then ask why— to meditate on God's will, and the extraordinary lengths to which God has gone to realize His will.

Like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again, no matter how nice you are to them.

What our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be

That— we seemed to have decided without saying a word— might go a long way toward spoiling something that was special, and beautiful, by virtue of its strangeness and delicacy.

It would not do to tell other people, not just because they wouldn't believe but because they wouldn't care.

He was nothing but a conduit, after all, and there isn't a culvert in the world that remembers the water flowed through it once the rain has stopped.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

A Consciously Constructive organisation must equally balance the 6 Proven aspects of a High Performance Workplace using the proven CLEARx framework. Philosophy and System.

If I could just capture each memory in a bottle the maybe you people would understand how much I've suffered, how much I've been through, but most importantly how far I have come.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold the unyoked humour of your idleness . . .

Your choice is a mighty weapon

Tears dont show in rain but you feel them

He sat watching what went forward with the quiet outward glance of healthy old age.

Young girls like the excess of any quality. Without knowing, they want to suffer, to suffer they must exaggerate; they like to have loud chords struck on them.

The basic and essential human is the woman.

My two daughters live on Facebook and social media is their mode of communication.