I know I'm on a small cable reality show. I'm realistic where I stand in the scheme of things.
Lord, reserve for me a crown, And do not let my shares go down.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.
Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.
On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do. We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.
In its jolly mission to expose the dark underbelly of the children’s book world, Wild Things! turns up stories I’ve been hearing noised about for ages, but with a lot more detail and authenticity. The stories may not be quite as sordid as my own imagination had conjured up—although a few of them are—because there’s no denying that this field is full of mostly nice people!—but it’s all fun and a great read for anyone interested in both children’s books and the collection of people who make them.
I don't think I'm easy, but I think I'm quite a good worker.
Forgiveness is a stunning principal, your ticket out of hate and fear and chaos. I know what regret feels like; I've earned my credentials. But I also know what forgiveness feels like, because God has so graciously forgiven me. Forgiveness frees you of the past so you can make good choices today.
Instead of safeguarding truth and honesty, the state then tends to become a major source of insincerity and mendacity.