How can we be strangers if we both believe in God?
One's fantasy goes for a walk and returns with a bride.
Writing is a mode of being. If I write I live.
All my life I wanted to accomplish something worthwhile-a thing people will say took a little something.
There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go - if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall.
Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.