Despereaux looked at his father, at his gray-streaked fur and trembling whiskers and his front paws clasped together in front of his ears, and he felt suddenly as if his own heart would break in two. His father looked so small, so sad. “Forgive me,” said Lester again. Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very [...]
I heard as a child, and learned as an adult, that one cannot miss something one has never known. However, I do not believe that is so with love. When not loved, the heart misses it anyway because it is designed to give love as well as receive love. Although the heart may not be [...]
The ruled by fear, when met with warnings, file them away hoping retrieval will never be necessary. They disregard their natural sensibilities. They are destined for oppression. The ruled by lust for power are by their own greed driven. Throwing caution to the wind, their natural sensibilities abide not in their hearts. They are destined [...]
by Dean Koontz To what lengths will one go, when driven to desperation, to relieve that one whom he loves from some evil done them through no fault of their own? Indeed, what would drive one to do the evil in the first place? Greed borne from moral degradation! And in the wake, the innocent [...]
by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley “Oh, Frankenstein! generous and self-devoted being! What does it avail that I now ask thee to pardon me? I, who irretrievably destroyed thee by destroying all thou lovest.” “Your repentance,” I [Robert Walton] said, “is now superfluous. If you had listened to the voice of conscience, and heeded the stings of [...]
by Max Lucado “We are a nation that believes in having it all. In 1950, American families owned one car and saved for a second. In 2000, nearly one in five families owned three cars or more … Americans shell our more for garbage bags than 90 of the worlds 210 countries spend for everything [...]
The first Dean Koontz book I ever read was Whispers. It was over 20 years ago, I’m sure. That book defined horror for me. It literally had me scared. For an author to write a story that moved me to that point … well, suffice it to say that I have been a Dean Koontz [...]
by Bram Stoker – 1897 I picked up this little book in the Half Price Book Store a few weeks ago. The title was not really the only reason. It was mostly because it was a nice looking little book, cloth bound, gold gilded edges, mint condition, a little ribbon page marker attached, for only [...]