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“Time had taught him that whether his sins were pardoned or left unforgiven, they would remain committed. Tomorrow he would hopefully choose… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share Image
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“When he spoke of love, it was in the manner of someone who can recite a phrase in a foreign language but… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share Image
“It was just a word. It took nothing from him. It made him feel only as low as he allowed himself to… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share Image
“C.J. had once believed that he understood who he was, what he was about, what he was capable of. But when the… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share Image
“Life, like love, holds many secrets for us to discover. Some we unearth early on. Others take us most of our days to stumble… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“When he spoke of love, it was in the manner of someone who can recite a phrase in a foreign language but has no… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“It was his experience that life worked under the same guidelines as a capitalistic society. In order to get what you wanted, it was… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“A tightrope walker uncertain if he could make it to the other side probably would not. A race car driver wondering if he was… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“There were many tomorrows to be lived through his children. He could only hope that they would face them more courageously than he had,… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“He now realized that right and wrong were intertwined notions. His arms could not differentiate between just and unjust causes. They only knew that… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“Time had taught him that whether his sins were pardoned or left unforgiven, they would remain committed. Tomorrow he would hopefully choose wiser, with… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“On occasion we stumble upon what seems to be a truth. Compared to the surrounding blackness, it sparkles and dazzles our eyes. But are… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“She had a pretty good idea what Tony was seeking. He couldn't look at her without seeing her mother, and father, and brother. He… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“It was just a word. It took nothing from him. It made him feel only as low as he allowed himself to feel. His… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“C.J. had once believed that he understood who he was, what he was about, what he was capable of. But when the moment came… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“My travels have been numerous, though no topographer could chart the shores I have landed upon. For it is not places that have been… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“Tony's concern disintegrated. He could not understand C.J.'s determination to court death on a daily basis. Or maybe he did understand, and this was… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
“My talent is looking into a woman's eyes and instinctively knowing what I need to. If she's lonely or bored; neglected or abused; timid… — Roy L. Pickering Jr Copy Share
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