I can accept the theory of relativity as little as I can accept the existence of atoms and other such dogmas.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
I don't work for money any longer. I work for pride.
This must be a real horrorshow film if you're so keen on my viddying it.
You can't beat sex outdoors, but there are not many places I haven't done it. Forests, barns, in swimming pool changing rooms, on top of hills, you name it.
The next time you stand in front of a mirror and want to scream, try to remember that God made that face. That smile. Those big eyes. . . and chubby cheeks. You are His creation, called to reflect Him. Spiritual transformation doesn’t come from a diet program, a bottle, a makeover, or mask. It comes from an intimate relationship with the Savior. He. . . appreciates us for who we really are. So we can too.