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I am more of a menace than I realize. This is serious. Premature senility. Senilitia, dementia, hell-bent-for-disaster erotomania.

I was suddenly alarmed about leaving this attractive forty-five-year-old woman alone with him, dead though she was.

so conspicuous was his abhorrence of "rebellious insolence" that he might have been enunciating the name of a menace resolved to undermine not just Winesburg, Ohio, but the great republic itself.

The experience of psychoanalysis was probably more useful to me as a writer than as a neurotic, although there may be a false distinction there.

we retained no allegiance, sentimental or otherwise, to those Old World countries that we had never been welcome in and that we had no intention of ever returning to.

Jesus did not give the parables to teach us how to live. He gave them, I believe, to correct our notions about who God is and who God loves.

One prominent spiritual leader insists, "The only way to have a genuine spiritual revival is to have legislative reform." Could he have that backwards?

The solution to sin is not to impose an ever-stricter code of behavior. It is to know God.

Taken as a whole, the Bible clearly puts the emphasis on what pleases God—the point of worship, after all. To worship, says Walter Wink, is to remember Who owns the house.

Lest I sound like a cranky moralist, I should say that to me the real question is not why modern secularists oppose traditional morality; it is on what basis they defend any morality.

Repentance, not proper behavior or even holiness, is the doorway to grace. And the opposite of sin is grace, not virtue.

defects. I escape the force of gravity again when

senseless. I prefer the word "buzzed," following the brain/amplifier analogy.

God may be the Sovereign Lord of the Universe, but through his Son, God has made himself as approachable as any doting human father.

Now he must put into practice all his fine poetic thoughts about romantic love.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. – Owen Barfield

After reading binge prompted by convalescence, As if to balance the ledger, letters poured out at an equally prodigious pace.

I wil not heat treason from my own daughter What will you do behead me for treason? We are not an amry at war We are an army at war! This is your brother's rightful throne that we are talking about

This child could not command a pet dove. Harsh but true, lol!

I am sure your piety does you great credit, Margaret. But certainly, if God is speaking to the king, then He has not chosen the best time for this conversation.

The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.

lechery? he asked with a wink, guessing from the hour that I had been with some palace kitchen-maid. Oh aye, most vile, I said cheerfully, and jumped into the boat.

At the thought of her death I felt a confusing pang of genuine distress mixed with elation

Historical fiction is a hybrid, a blending of reported reality, reasonable speculation, psychological truth, and the author's imagination.