o endure the cross is not tragedy

He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

When i respect people they think that i'm powerless...

I would wish that people would accept people for who they are, not be judgemental, allow people to live their lives and enjoy themselves and that would be my wish for people.

The neglected heart will soon be a heart overrun with worldly thoughts; the neglected life will soon become a moral chaos.

Hunter can write a melody and stuff like that, but his forte is lyrics. He can write a serviceable melody to hang his lyrics on, and sometimes he comes up with something really nice.

The planned sit-down reception is an artificial forum where one is presented with a limited number of persons with whom he can hold a conversation.

When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.

The bloom of Monticello is chilled by my solitude.

I said all along that God is in control.