Whether a man is a criminal or a public servant is purely a matter of perspective.

We are seldom as limited as we think we are.

What we have here is an unexpected touchdown on the runway of the heart.

Employing women as my primary protagonists has allowed me to step outside of myself, to distance myself from my own personality, far more easily than were I to look at events from a masculine perspective.

If by the quarter of the twentieth century godliness wasn’t next to something more interesting than cleanliness, it might be time to reevaluate our notions of godliness.

If love eats the donut, does time eat the hole?

The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.