I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

I miss the comfort in being sad.

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.

I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.

To have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment. It is not inherited, as with a family. It is not compelling, as with a child. And it has no means of physical pleasure, as with a mate. It is, therefore, an indescribable bond that brings with it a far deeper devotion than all the others.

If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one.