This was too much for him to handle. It was like watching memories of his life play out from a different camera angle, sometimes with new scenes added. He was living DVD extras.

He was in hell. Worse than that, he was in hell, and someone had set it on repeat.

A writer fills the paper with the pictures of perception, experience, and feeling of real and imaginative lives.

He would never again need anything from his mother and father but their love.

We Christians must simplify our lives or lose untold treasures on earth and in eternity.

I grew up Spanish, so I grew up watching a lot of novellas.

I feel Polish. More specifically, I feel like I'm from the tiny village in the Northeast of Poland where I have a house and where I love to spend time. But I don't work there. I cut wood.

The world was made before English language, and seemingly upon a different design.

I'm not bisexual, I'm tri-sexual. I try everything

I want to do good, and I want people to be happy, and sometimes when youre a people pleaser, you spread yourself too thin.

I'm sort of like a maniac, and I can't get out of it.

Are writers reporters, prophets, crazies, entertainers, preachers, judges, what?