It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.

I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. Make of it what you will.