...and deliver me from evil." "Amen.

Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.

Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

I buy thousands of books a year.

Something good comes out of every crisis.

I am not the most eloquent guy in the world.