Bearing sham and scoffing rude, in my place condemned He stood - Sealed my pardon with His blood: Hallelujah, what a Savior!.

Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody. "Your very own words," indeed ! And who are you?.

God is always near us. Always for us. Always in us..

No one is you, and that is your power..

I'm not greedy. I have love, blue skies, rainbows and Hallmark cards and that has to be enough. It has to be enough, but it's everything in the world….

I live a pretty anonymous life..

I'm the best Manning..

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude..

I've waited all my life to say this... I weigh less than Elizabeth Taylor!.

A tinkerer,” snapped Pasiphaë. “Even worse. I knew Daedalus. His inventions brought me nothing but trouble.” Leo blinked. “Daedalus…like, the Daedalu….

Change is as good as a rest. It keeps me fresh..

It's a very American thing to hide away from death..

I'm not maximized yet..

The time was not yet ripe for the growth of mathematical science among us, and any development that might have taken place in that direction was rude….

I like sayers of no better than I like sayers of yes..

I totally understand OJ. I get it..

It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives..

I love anything that haunts me...and never leaves.

Never, never have I been loved as I love others!.

There is, quite literally, nothing to understand..

Everybody counts or nobody counts.