There is no such thing as a secure writer: every novel is an impossible mountain.

By the age of 9 or 10, I knew that I had to cut my own cloth and make my own way.

I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang.

For better or worse, I've been involved in the description of political conflict.

The critic is a man who prefers the indolence of opinion to the trials of action.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

Surely all God's people, however serious or savage, great or small, like to play.

The most reliable way to forecast the future is to try to understand the present.

Let him who is not come to logic be plagued with continuous and everlasting filth

There is no way for a human being to come to God that does not involve surrender.

If the Word does not dwell with power in us, it will not pass with power from us.

It is evident that you contend against sin merely because of how it troubles you.

Sin will be always acting, if we be not always mortifying, we are lost creatures.

Don’t be surprised. There is nothing new under the sun. Only endless repackagings

When it comes to killing my sin, I don't wait for the miracle, I act the miracle.

In demanding our praise God is demanding the completion of our pleasure (in him).

Monopoly power is an illusion in any system in which free competition is allowed.

Armaments; extremely useful for fighting wars, a deadweight in any civil economy.

Engrave this in your brain: EVERY WRITER GETS REJECTED. You will be no different.

The church is like a swimming pool. Most of the noise comes from the shallow end.

Out of all this struggle a good thing is going to grow. That makes it worthwhile.

There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.

We can all be stimulated to greater generosity by the known generosity of others.

Whoever I am, or whatever I am doing, some kind of excellence is within my reach.

Geoff Nelder inhabits Science Fiction the way other people inhabit their clothes.

The GOP needs to figure out a way to become more appealing to new constituencies.

I want to stay in the habit of 'glancing' at my problems and 'gazing' at my Lord.

We must accept that this creative pulse within us is God's creative pulse itself.

He who never makes a mistake never makes anything. It's part of learning the job.

I know what to do with my life. I just don't know what to do with this one night.

At all crucial moments in our lives we want to speak without knowing what to say.

It's not hard to write poorly. But to write something good, it has to be revised.

It troubles me that people speak about writing for money as ugly and distasteful.

When we are truly confident and secure, the opinions of others cannot control us.

If you can't control what you think, you will not be able to control what you do.

When we fill our thoughts with right things, the wrong ones have no room to enter

Fear tries to get us to give up but faith takes us all the way through to victory

Keep your mind going in the right direction, and your life will catch up with it.

It is better to dream big and get half of it, then dream small and get all of it.

The Word of God is active, energizing, sharp and powerful like a two-edged sword.

One of the best aids to freedom is asking God for a lot of help-and asking often.

Nobody can ever say that being negative ever helped them at all - not in any way.

All it takes for America to become a theocracy is for nonbelievers to do nothing.

Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

I do not believe that grief is ever so great that it can not be contained within.

I didn't get one word published until I was well into my 30s. But I always tried.

Though we may not always be able to avoid pain, we can choose how much we suffer.

Some people are so boring that they make you waste an entire day in five minutes.

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.

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