What you call idiot points, I call awesome dollars. ~Seth
BRANDON MULLWhat you call idiot points, I call awesome dollars. ~Seth
BRANDON MULLI will not know that day has come because I will not stop trying.
BRANDON MULLWas life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.
BRANDON MULLI blush to think of her beholding my work,” Verl confessed. So do we,” Newel assured him.
BRANDON MULLAnd you came back to Lyrian?” Galloran said in disbelief. “Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose.
BRANDON MULLHello,” Newel said. “Look, Doren, we have visitors. Kendra, Seth, and … Muriel’s weirdo puppet.”….Newel grabbed Seth’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.” “So seriously,” Doren said. “What’s with the puppet?
BRANDON MULL…even misplaced faith can help us gain knowledge. We try to be smart about where we put our faith and we adjust as we learn more.
BRANDON MULLHours of crisis often call for sacrifice. In matters of consequence, when have doubt and fear given the best advice? Why not heed faith, courage, and honor?
BRANDON MULLYou’re free to dream however you wish,” Nollin teased. “But don’t ask the rest of us to share your unrealistic-” “Then don’t ask us to share your weakness!” Jason interrupted.
BRANDON MULLExcruciating agony makes me cranky.
BRANDON MULLI hate how my past actions keep messing up my future options, Seth muttered. Then you’ve started down the road to wisdom, Grandpa replied.
BRANDON MULLSome imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.
BRANDON MULLCan’t you home school me?” Nate pleaded. “You would never do any work.” (Nate’s mom) “Sounds perfect!
BRANDON MULLMaking mistakes is part of learning to choose well. No way around it. Choices are thrust upon us, and we don’t always get things right.
BRANDON MULLYou regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
BRANDON MULLI don’t know how you’re standing here. Yet you haven’t broken. Not where it matters. Having come this far, I’m not sure you can be broken.
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