“It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.”

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

If nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.

If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.

God gives His gifts where He finds the vessel empty enough to receive them.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

I was with book, as a woman is with child

Don’t shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see him.

I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.

Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

Write about what really interests you, whether it is real things or imaginary things, and nothing else.

Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning.

Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.

Once people stop believing in God, the problem is not that they will believe in nothing; rather, the problem is that they will believe anything.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

The fact that our heart yearns for something Earth can’t supply is proof that Heaven must be our home.

Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

Push me on the bed and come over me. Let me pull down your pants and press my mouth onto your naked peak. Let me taste the lava that flows out of your volcano.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed’ is the title of the book.

I am willing to go to bed each night at peace with myself.