One works hard to prop up an illusion that sucks the life out of them, and the other works hard to make their home a place that restores them, nurtures them, and gives life to others.

If you allow your enemy to steal your faith, he can destroy your life and ultimately kill your relationship with God.

When it's clear that we have a commitment to God that comes before anything else in our lives, most people will respect us even if they don't share our faith.

Normal people attempt countless goals with limited success. Weird people focus on just one God-given objective with tremendous results.

The fear of God is the only cure for the fear of people.

If we don't fear God, it's because we don't know God.

Many people may be heartbroken, but not enough to take action.

Weird people love well.

In order to honor God with your wealth, you first have to admit that you are rich. Most people won't do that. It's not normal.

Normal people live distracted, rarely fully present. Weird people silence the distractions and remain fully in the moment.

Face your fears by remembering the power of God's cleaning truth. To change the way you are, change the way you think.

Gabe?"The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.

She had the hard, half-apathetic expression of one who deems anything possible at the hands of time and chance, except perhaps fair play

I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.

You know, you get into the business of commercial photography, and that's all you do is photograph what you know. That's what you're hired for.

I'm not interested in turning anybody on to anybody that I'm turned on to... if people want to find things, they find them themselves.

The heads (Plural) of the Gods appointed one God for us; and when you take that view of the subject, it sets one free to see all the beauty, holiness and perfection of the Gods.

I do quite naughty things now. I do like to be a bit sexy.

It's just fun just being a girl.

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her Walkman started to melt...

I may be the baby of the family, but that doesn't mean I don't get to boss people around.