Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. “You wanted to kiss me.” “I still do.

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. “I’m the present, Darlin’.

He traced her arched eyebrow. “Every morning when I wake up with you at my side, you’re more beautiful than yesterday.

She looked over at him, her eyes warm. “Your face has a story to tell.” Mouth quirking, Roan growled, “It’s a top-secret face, Darlin’.

Nothing can fix a broken heart except love. Love always repairs those fractures we get in our heart.

Do give books - religious or otherwise - for Christmas. They're never fattening seldom sinful and permanently personal.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

I have to avoid things like 'World of Warcraft' or 'Minecraft', otherwise I'd never get any work done.

There's another kind of poverty that only rich men know, a moral malnutrition that starves their very souls.

Everybody marches to a different drummer.

I know many of you thought that I would be retiring today, but if I was ever going to announce my retirement it would not be in a downtown Los Angeles hotel with this fairly ugly carpet.

The Art Deco movement, architecture from that period and sort of the industrial aesthetic from that period. Art Deco meets tribal kind of thing. All that is my primal inspiration.

Every minute of life I take a risk; it's part of the enjoyment.

And another thing is that I think as a church whenever we become politically driven, we alienate at least 50 percent of the people that God called us to reach with our political orientations.

Personal sins should not require press releases and problems within a family shouldn't have to mean public confessions.