There is one word to describe the night He came - ordinary... But God dances amidst the common. And that night He did a waltz.

There are three kinds of souls, three kinds of prayers. One: I am a bow in your hands, Lord. Draw me lest I rot. Two: Do not overdraw me, Lord. I shall break. Three: Overdraw me, and who cares if I break! “Choose!

Whenever you feel you have nothing with you and there is no reason for you to be happy, check whether you are breathing. If yes, you have got the greatest reason.

And if I’ve got to die, I want to die an editor.

Written By Tom Holt

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