Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.

What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.

When someone stabs you it's not your fault that you feel pain.

Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.

A good novel is a good novel, pointe finale. And I think what I'm writing is exactly that.