There was hope in him, and soon perhaps the outline of his journey would take form.
The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
Writing, for me, is a search for God.
The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire...driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there's no sign of love in sight!