There is no plan$$$ no future laid out for any of us beyond what we make for ourselves.

I'm not as trusting as people think I am. Sure$$$ I see the best in people$$$ but that doesn't mean it's really there.

Everybody's got the potential for great good and great wrong in them$$$ but it's the choices we make that define who we really are.

Look inside yourself for the answers - you're the only one who knows what's best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.

As far as I'm concerned$$$ the only difference between fact and what most people call fiction is about fifteen pages in the dictionary.

Without mysteries$$$ life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

What we want is not more little books about Christianity$$$ but more little books by Christians on other subjects--with their Christianity latent.

No people find each other more absurd than lovers.

I have found that the only thing that does bring you happiness is doing something good for somebody who is incapable of doing it for themselves.

It's my attempt to remain invisible$$$ not distract the reader from the story with obvious writing.