Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings... The books are also a part of what I call the great continuum of spiritual literary dialogue that I feel has been in progress since human beings first gave in to the urge to pray to their sense of something greater than themselves and interpreted certain signs or events or silences as responses to those prayers.

There is in Albert Camus’ literary craftsmanship a seductive intelligence that could almost make a reader dismiss his philosophical intentions if he had not insisted on making them so clear.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

A man sitting monkey-like on the rooftop of his brain is due the applause such feats earn him.

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

Trayvon Martin, at the most, seems only to have been guilty of being himself.

A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.