Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

I try to stick with what moves me or teaches me about myself, same thing I hope the novels do for others.

If you risked love, it took you wherever you wanted to go. If you repressed it, you ended up unhappy.

If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.

I work hard, do my best and send it out to the world hoping that people can relate to it. I accept any reaction and hope they think it is worth reading.

Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.