No one fired a pistol to mark the start of the race to the bottom. The earth just tilted and everyone slid into the hole.

Grace only sticks to our imperfections. Those who can’t accept their imperfections can’t accept grace either.

Women were glad when he came into their lives. It was not boasting. Women smiled for him; even when he left them, they smiled as if they would welcome him back. That was all he ever really wanted from women; a smile, a dance, a kiss, and to be remembered foundly.

hope; like calcium, hope was part of the structure of her bones.

Written By Dean Koontz

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