But how will I know it's my destiny?'

'Like love it will possess you... You can't help but know.

Even a snail will eventually reach its destination.

If I have found my journey to be a maddening tangle of wandering ‘rabbit-trails,’ a labyrinth of incessantly circular passages to nowhere and back, and a plethora of assorted ‘dead-ends’ fraudulently disguised as paths of great promise, it can only be because I have mindlessly exchanged God’s compass for mine. Therefore, it would appear that another exchange might be in order.

Sometimes you can’t let go of the past without facing it again.

Everything seems simpler from a distance.

When I'm in the midst of finishing a book, I can be working around the clock.