“The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.” (Tom Clancy)

“I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.” (William Faulkner)

“I handed in a script last year and the studio didn’t change one word. The word they didn’t change was on page 87.” (Steve Martin)

“I have always been a huge admirer of my own work. I’m one of the funniest and most entertaining writers I know.” (Mel Brooks)

“It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.” (Robert Benchley)

“A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.” (William Faulkner)

“The free-lance writer is the person who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.” (Robert Benchley)

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Disappointment is inevitable. But to become discouraged, there’s a choice I make. God would never discourage me. He would always point me to himself to trust him. Therefore, my discouragement is from Satan. As you go through the emotions that we have, hostility is not from God, bitterness, unforgiveness, all of these are attacks from Satan.

–Charles Stanley

I sold an item through eBay but it got lost in the mail. So I stopped by my local post office and asked them to track it down.

“It’s not that simple,” the clerk scolded. “You have to fill out a mail-loss form before we can initiate a search.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll take one.”

He rummaged under his counter, then went to ask some other clerks, who did the same – only to return and confess, “You’ll have to come back later. We can’t find the forms.”

– from Doreen L. Rogers (via Reader’s Digest)

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In Matthew 11:28 Jesus says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and I will give you rest.” You’ve been there. You’re turned your back on the noise and sought his voice. You’ve stepped away from the masses and followed the Master as he led you up the winding path to the summit. His summit. Clean air. Clear view. Crisp breeze. The roar of the marketplace is down there, and the perspective of the peak is up here. Gently he invited you to sit on the rock and look out with him at the ancient peaks that will never erode.

Just remember, he says, you’ll go nowhere tomorrow that I haven’t already been. Truth will still triumph. Death will still die. The victory is still yours. And delight is one decision away—seize it! Joy begins by breathing deep up there before you go crazy down here!

From The Applause of Heaven