“And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.”

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

Your heart has no reason to lie to you.

If you’re growing, trust me, you’re still young.

Even in the smallest whispers, love always echoes back.

Stop holding so tightly onto your love. The wind knows where it needs to go.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Love will not be constrain’d by mastery. When mast’ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

My objectives are very limited. I want to do the best I can with the talent God gave me. I hope to goodness that every novel I do gets better and better, not worse and worse.

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

There is no God and we are his prophets.

Our idea of God tells us more about ourselves than about Him.

I believe in God, family, and McDonald’s. And in the office, that order is reversed.