When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'

The more fiction you read and write, the more you'll find your paragraphs forming on their own.

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

I choose to believe in God, but I have serious doubts.

When you're six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw-tank.

In spite of the problems he was having he was going on with his life. There are thousands who don’t or won’t or can’t and plenty of them aren’t in prison either.

You couldn't not like someone who liked the guitar.