Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.

Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.

This world, he thinks, contains just one masterpiece, and that is itself.

A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.

This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

Women, O, women! They'll find the baddest meanin' in your words & hold it up.