Only those who vacillate have the possibility to regret. Those who know what they want, they have it easy; if everything goes wrong, they know they did not have a choice.

He was searching for something greater, if there is a thing greater than love, and he could not settle until he found it.

Only the deceased could hear this quietness, he thought; no wonder they were tossing and turning in their graves seven feet under the ground – they cannot take it, they want out.

If God existed, he, for sure, had a vice of his own, a woman he could not say no to and, he would have acted the same way if he were in Johnny Kiddow’s position.

You see, I cannot share my space with them. Not only am I severely claustrophobic but I abhor the mass. In general, I do not like people very much. Those I cannot sand are the average ones that eat with their hands out of plastic plates and travel in buses to work. I am horrified of them. "Mr. Wesley

There are a lot of people on this planet and, as a Christian, I like to believe that they all have to go somewhere. Let’s say that a half or three thirds will go to hell. But, what about the rest? "Mr. Wesley

After misery follow, or are at least promised to in the unwritten manuscripts of Gods, great things. Sometimes, that great thing can be death.

Misery can only be quelled but never cured.

Tedium is a dangerous thing, potentially lethal.