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We are all spiritually powerless, however, and not just those physically addicted to a substance, which is why I address this book to everyone.

The Gospel is not a fire insurance policy for the next world, but a life assurance policy for this world.

Abba is the word that Jesus used to connote safety and endearment. It is actually a child's word, closest to Papa or Daddy. But unfortunately, it suffers today from centuries of being heard (and used) inside patriarchal cultures, implicitly validating a hierarchical worldview.

In this instance, she understood completely what the endorsement of a fool was worth.

Throughout his life a case study underachiever, Sully—people still remarked—was nobody's fool, a phrase that Sully no doubt appreciated without ever sensing its literal application—that at sixty, he was divorced from his own wife, carrying on halfheartedly with another man's, estranged from his son, devoid of self-knowledge, badly crippled and virtually unemployable—all of which he stubbornly confused with independence.

Lincoln chuckled yet again. "What's that poem you're always quoting? About parents?" Teddy nodded. "Larkin.

probably horse doo had a name in french also, but that didn't mean god intended for you to eat it.

I must be losing patience with my fellow humans," Miss Beryl went on. "Anymore I'm all for executing people who are mean to children. I used to favor just cutting off their feet. Now I want to rid the world of them completely. If this keeps up I'll be voting Republican soon.

Sully grinned down at her. "We wear the chains we forge in life, old girl." Miss Beryl blinked. "Who'd have thunk it? A literary allusion from the lips of Donald Sullivan. I don't suppose you remember who said that." "You did," Sully reminded her. "All through eighth grade.

books by her favorite "Golden Age" British mystery writers—Josephine Tey, Margery Allingham, Dorothy Sayers, Ngaio Marsh, John Dickson Carr, and Agatha Christie—evil

They might have been interesting if the people beneath had done the writing, but the living had nothing worthwhile to say about the dead.

She held the robe together with both hands—there was so much to cover that it took both hands—and stepped aside as I walked

cat in A Christmas Carol, and peering

Of course. She smiled slowly. Well, I didn't need to get all dressed then, did I? She had a way, all right. The words came out like asterisks, or the dots at the end of jazzy paragraphs in books.

I'm beginning to regret that suitcase, he said. I admit it freely. Money is a burden. I may write a monograph on the subject.

She smiled, looking pert, and said, "I love to be the center of attention." "The hell you do. That Gale Storm bit doesn't suit you, honey.

San Luis Potosí. The ruby in the forehead of Old May-hee-co.

chivalry' (a word deriving from horsemanship) had few of the connotations we attach to it today. Like notions of 'honour' – usually a peevishly dangerous self-esteem

And if Poe were alive, he would not have to invent horror; horror would invent him.

Over spring mountains A star ends the paragraph Of a thunderstorm.

Even the cat smiles When the hen swallows water With back-tilted head.

You like suffering," Parker reminded her. "And, excuse me, but you're not the one with pneumonia." "You don't have pneumonia. You're just jealous because Gage was in worse shape than you, and he got more attention." "Well, it's almost pneumonia. It's turning into pneumonia.

Well, I'm not going to flunk this project," Ashley said crossly, "just because Parker's an idiot." Roo promptly frowned. "Where's your compassion? Parker can't help being an idiot.

And so I replied, "You just don't know the right kind of motivational speakers!" And she: "Top answer! Top answer!" ??? (Posted 3/3/2012)