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41 " Confusion and doubt are an important part of faith. "
― Ron Brackin
42 " Writing is like gardening. Planting, watering, and weeding are not enough. You have to prune if you want growth. "
43 " One of the difficult things about growing older is that you start losing so many friends. On the other hand, the older you get, the less time you have to wait until you see them again. "
44 " Writing is a solitary occupation, except for Presidential speeches and sitcoms. "
45 " If one man challenges a statement and another cannot prove it, it does not necessarily follow that the statement is false. "
46 " God cautions us in Isaiah 55:9 that his ways are not ours and his thoughts are higher than our thoughts (undoubtedly one of the grander understatements).God is warning us that he is not logical and that believing him to be logical will lead to all kinds of disappointment.Logic has been defined as 'the science or history of the human mind, as it traces the progress of our knowledge from our first conceptions through their different combinations, and the numerous deductions that result from comparing them with one another.'Doesn't sound much like God. Yet, we so often strain our relatively minuscule brains to conceive, combine, compare, and deduce. Then we fault God when his conclusions disagree.The repetition of this useless exercise leads to a form of insanity which ultimately manifests in denial of the existence of such an illogical God. "
47 " OMG, I think I’ve become a feminist. I mean, I’ve always been in favor of women voting and being paid the same as men for doing the same job. But then, the other day on the train, I didn’t get up and give a woman my seat. I thought about it. But then I thought it might insult her, might imply that I considered her weaker than a senior citizen, maybe even inferior in some way. But that’s not what prompted me to fire up my laptop. I was brushing my teeth this morning and thinking about romance. People do that when they get older, I suppose. Romance is one area where men and women are still different—unisex lavatories and fashions notwithstanding. And here’s the difference: a romantic woman envisions a knight on a white horse; a romantic man envisions a dragon in a dark cave. Think about it next time you brush your teeth. "
48 " When a lady accessorizes in here in Texas, she's selecting caliber, not color. "
49 " If wool shrinks when you wash it, why don't sheep get smaller when it rains? "
50 " The Holy Spirit never uses guilt or shame to persuade us to give. For that matter, he never persuades us to give in the first place. That's called manipulation, a device employed by a different spirit. "
51 " Harpies, n. A disease transmitted to humans by birds with human faces. "
52 " The words 'good' and 'love' have become so trivialized in our culture--not that our definitions were so accurate to begin with--that, in times of distress or disappointment, we struggle to believe that God is either. "
53 " SUPPORT LITERACY! A child who cannot read cannot text. "
54 " When a friend of mine boasted about living in a gated community, I thought he meant Folsom, and I wondered whether he knew Charles Manson. "
55 " In the world, success is measured in terms of legacy, what we leave behind. In God's kingdom, success is measured by what we send on ahead. "
56 " Homeowners' Association: the means whereby people who own homes are able to transfer their rights to the neighborhood control freaks. "
57 " I am old enough to enjoy a bit of nostalgia, but wise enough to know that there haven't been any "good ol' days" since Eden (the garden, not the prime minister). "
58 " The habitual use of profanity is not progressive, just unimaginative. "
59 " A curse of being a writer is the compulsion to edit. Take the sign on my walking trail, for example. It reads, 'Watered by well water.' One of these days, no matter how hard I try to resist, I just know I'm going to paint it out to read, 'Irrigated by well water.' If you don't get this, it's because you're not a writer. "
60 " The massive doors of Area 51 closed behind him, echoing like iron thunder. Carl stood for a moment, inhaling the hot desert air, wondering whether to tell the world the wonders he had seen, and, if so, how. Amazing things. Other-worldly things. Also a set of car keys. And one brown sock. "