Now you see. We are all fugitives. We have always been fugitives from the void. Whatever comfort, whatever power we gain from outside of ourselves di….

The madness of demons is rage - the madness of angels - hope..

Ricardo Pinto's The Chosen strikes the reader with great force..

I dream of a true husband—a good man, not a brute, nor a champion of men on the battlefield; I dream but of a gentle man, one who neither speaks too ….

…for a true Christian, all strangers are Jesus..

Being human is the most terrible loneliness in the universe..

The hand is no different from what it creates..

Silence is a text easy to misread..