We forget very easily what gives us pain.

I write about situations that are common, universal might be more correct, in which my characters are involved and from which only faith can redeem them, though often the actual manner of the redemption is not immediately clear. They sin, but there is no limit to God's mercy and because this is important, there is a difference between not confessing in fact, and the complacent and the pious may not realize it.

It's a good world if you don't weaken.

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.

Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.

He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.