“One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.”

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

This time, there have been a lot of interesting discussions about the subject matter, and I’ve had a good time talking about it. And in some of the cases, I’m not just signing books – I’m showing slides and talking about the work

I do not read a book; I hold a conversation with the author.

Take away the cross of Christ, and the Bible is a dark book.

I was quite a weird kid because I didn’t like getting presents. I don’t know why. I just went for books all the time.

Let us be very careful that we never exalt any minister, or sermon, or book, or friend above the Word of God.

Prayer needs neither learning, wisdom or book knowledge to begin it. It needs nothing but heart and will.

You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway