The idea of a flip book still really appeals to me. That idea of fiction and non-fiction.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

I have a story that will make you believe in God.

I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.

If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it wont be for long.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.