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We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.

Dwelling On Him Would Make Him A Bigger Part Of My Life Than I Want Him To Be.

Some So Fear The Future That They Suffocate The Present. It's Like Committing Suicide To Avoid Being Murdered.

People Are Looking For Inspiration, And My Books Are Sometimes The Vehicles Of What People Are Looking For.

The Greatest Shackles We Bear In Thislife Are Those Forged By Our Own Fears