Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

“It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might…”

“I got the sense that he was the kind of person who couldn't hold anger for more…”

“How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn't kn…”

“God's voice is usually nothing more than a whisper and you have to listen very …”