We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

There are two kinds of people. Those who climb mountains and those who sit in the shadow of the mountains and critique the climbers.

At one time in my career, Barnes and Noble bookstores categorized my books as religious fiction.

We cannot enslave others without enslaving a part of ourselves.

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

There's a problem with marrying up. You always worry that someday they'll see through you and leave. Or, worse yet, someone better will come along and take her. In my case, it wasn't someone. And it wasn't something better.

It is in the dark times that the light of friendship shines brightest.