Everything flows from God, but we are limited by imposing our human perceptions upon him. Man designs God according to his own image and the image man has of himself is flawed.

Humiliation scars deeper than the lash.

As a reader I like both great characterization and fast moving plots. The challenge is to balance the both and not compromise one for the other.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Living is a hazardous profession.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.