What good are laws that cannot be read or understood, or a tongue that spews only hatred or ignorance? What good is the written word to an illiterate man?Collection: Ignorance
I touch my scar to remind myself that I am not a coward. I am a Quinn.Collection: Coward
Fear was a thing I understood all too well. It was a malignancy that had spread throughout my body until my mother, in her godly wisdom, had diagnosed and cauterized it.Collection: Mother
Satan is not going to leave. The only way to get him out is to invite God in, and God is not welcome in my mother's house.Collection: Mother