I have been very fortunate as to escape through another day's very severe fighting and escaped unhurt.
If we say it long enough eventually we're going to reap a harvest. We're going to get exactly what we're saying.
Don't grow accustomed to living with less, doing less, and being less to the point that you eventually sit back and accept it.
If Jesus were here today, he wouldn't be riding around on a donkey. He'd be taking a plane, he'd be using the media.
I'm very careful about saying who would and wouldn't go to heaven. I don't know.
Sometimes, I think if you get away from what you're called to do, it's more of a distraction.
I think how you start the day many times determines what kind of day you're going to have.
My belief as a Christian is when we receive Christ as salvation, that that gives us a guarantee for Heaven.
Sometimes when you take strong stands, if you're not called to do it, you're dividing the audience you're trying to reach.
The fun of the Super Bowl is the week leading into it; once it's actually played, the story dies down very, very quickly.
There's no light at the end of the tunnel in the Republican message, no promise of better things to come. There's only the present stagnation, followed by a slow decline.
Some candidates need to say provocative things that make noise to break through the media muffle and get themselves noticed.
By keeping most tax rates at present levels, Obama and the Democrats will claim that they have championed tax cuts for the middle class.
I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves 'Downton Abbey' will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.
To this day, 'The Duke and I' remains particularly close to my heart; I felt it was the novel in which my writing took a huge leap forward.
Most fiction series are written so that the reader can come in at any point and not feel lost, but if you can start at the beginning, why not?
I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.
It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.
Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believing as we already do.
We find it hard to believe that other people's thoughts are as silly as our own, but they probably are.
Curiosity is idle only to those who fail to realize that it may be a very rare and indispensable thing.
