What you feel is what you feel – that’s what we woodtrolls say.’ She patted Maris on the shoulder. ‘And knowing how you feel is the first step to changing how you feel,’ she said. ‘If you really want to.’ Maris.

Normal! He thought. Normal! I don’t want things to be normal. Normal is always being left out, never belonging.

Everything passes. Joy. Pain. The moment of triumph; the sigh of despair. Nothing lasts forever – not even this.

Randalf the Wise indeed!I've worn wiser pairs of underpants!

Will you stand up an fight? he wondered bitterly. Or do you intend to remain on your knees for ever?

The preaching that ignores the doctrine of Hell lowers the holiness of God and degrades the work of Christ.

Normal! He thought. Normal! I don't want things to be normal. Normal is always being left out, never belonging.

Sometimes, it's good to spend more and get quality service that's going to save you money in the long run.

We wanted it to be a very harsh world.

Our fear also is for the tens of thousands of other people across the Coast that has the exact same camper. And the long term implications are, you survive Katrina only for ten years down the road only to have throat cancer, nose cancer or some other kind of aliment.