Anything Unnatural Was Not Naturally Believed. Faith,

Writing Wasn't About Making Money. I Wanted To Find Fulfillment In Writing And Telling Stories, And That's What's Driven Me.

She Was Having Some Difficulty Piecing Together Exactly Why She Deserved To Be In This Place, But She Wasn't Stupid Enough To Deny That In The End Life Was Cruel And Didn't Pay Attention To What Was Fair.

Like All Of My Fictions, 'sinner' Is A Mirror. Look Into It And You Will Find Yourself. What You Do With What You See Is Your Choice.

The Sun Began To Set Behind Bethlehem And The Beams Were Breaking Through Some White And Gray Clouds. There Was A Slight And Beautiful Chill From The Autumn Air. I Gave Thanks For That Beautiful Day And For The Fact That The Sun Does Not Know Palestinian From Israeli, Christian From Muslim Or Jew, And Asian From American Or African, And I Asked Myself: If The Sun Shines On All Of Us As One, How Much More Does The Sun's Creator See And Love Us All As One?

Sin Thrives In The Dungeon, But Slap It On The Table For All To See, And It Withers Rather Quickly.