A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

Why does everyone think that I am a cruel and insensitive man? I mean, come on, I have kids... on my desk in little jars!

Not everybody believes in ghosts, but I do. Do you know what they are, Trisha? She had shaken her head slowly. Men and women who can't get over their past . . . That's what ghosts are.

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

The person healed has an obligation to then ask why— to meditate on God's will, and the extraordinary lengths to which God has gone to realize His will.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.