Without God we are but bruised reeds, ever threatened by the prospect of being crushed by life’s uncaring millstone. Without God we are nothing, our lives worthless, our days an endless circular tread. Without God we stand condemned, doomed to… — T. Davis Bunn Copy Share Image
Without God we are but bruised reeds, ever threatened by the prospect of being crushed by life’s uncaring millstone. Without God we are nothing,… — T. Davis Bunn Copy Share Image
A writer must have all the confidence in the world when writing the first draft and none whatsoever when editing subsequent drafts. — T. Davis Bunn Copy Share Image
“I have a hundred reasons to dislike this gentleman,” Erica reminded herself aloud. “And a thousand reasons more not to go courting with any… — T. Davis Bunn Copy Share Image
“Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward… — T. Davis Bunn Copy Share Image
