The appeal was so often the same: Make me comfortable so I can go on doing whatever I want to do. They wanted sin without consequences.

Leaving the group, he reclined on a couch, drank morosely, and watched people. He noticed the games they played with one another. They put on masks of civility, all while spewing their venom.

What does the body matter if the soul is dead?

I'd rather see your honest pain than a brave front.

Past and future were out of her hands. One was finished and couldn't be undone. The other was beyond imagining.

Dwelling on the past only defeated her chances for changing the future.

Regret drives us to repentance, and repentance leads us to God.

Nobody comes here anymore, its too crowded

I am a great lover.

We’re novel worthy, day walking, blood sucking, tortured souls trapped in a body that can’t die for all eternity with no feelings, no emotions and no heart. - Elaine White, Runaway Girl

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand they strain into the future hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.

Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm.

It's what's in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.

For each of us destiny is a blend of potential, circumstances, and choices.

Were I forced to describe this woman in one word, that word would be...herpes.

God knows, I never want to hurt someone's feelings.

I had a screening in Baltimore where one of the hardest individuals just broke into tears at the end. That's the response you want.