Fiction isn't what 'was'. It's 'what if'?
Some day this war is going to end...
Garden design is all about concealment and surprise.
First the priests arrive. Then the conquistadores.
Endurance over-goaded, stretched the hand of fraternity to sedition.
Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence.
These tales of a world, once beautiful, and now fairly forgotten.
Knowledge is power. In the wrong hands, knowledge is trouble.
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?
We read to know we're not alone.
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
I'm writing a book. I'm almost finished. I numbered the pages. Now all I have to do is fill them in.
We humans are confined to our brane.
Myths have a very long memory.
Brevity did not mean inconsequence...
In the beginning, the call of God was not propositional. It was experiential. (p. 10)
Google is so my bitch
It was almost romantic, in a mad-inventor sort of way.
Sarucha (age 8): "Look, down there, I recognize it, ciudad de Jerusalén (the city of Jerusalem)! Jerusalén!, Jerusalén!" she exclaimed.
Light has a voice?” Sarucha inquired, amazed.
Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts.
