There Was Never An Angler Who Lived

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

At The End Of The Day Faith Is A Funny Thing. It Turns Up When You Don't Really Expect It. Its Like One Day You Realize That The Fairy Tale May Be Slightly Different Than You Dreamed. The Castle, Well, It May Not Be A Castle. And Its Not So Important Happy Ever After, Just That Its Happy Right Now. See Once In A While, Once In A Blue Moon, People Will Surprise You , And Once In A While People May Even Take Your Breath Away.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.