The Truest Grace Is Not To Forgive,

The Strength Of A Friendship Can Be Measured By The Weight Of The Burden It's Willing To Share. (if You Want To Test This Just Ask Someone To Help You Move.)

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.

I Believe That We Were Meant To Live As Social Creatures, To Reach Out And Bless Each Other's Lives.

The Idea Of Being A Novelist Is Really Romantic, But It's Kind Of The Same As Being President Of The United States - It's Not Gonna Happen.