Book Publishing Would Be So Much Easier

Of Course You Can't Stop. It Is Physically Impossible For The Human Mind To Think Of Nothing. The Soul Craves Emotion, And It Will Continue To Seek Fuel For That Emotion-good Or Bad. Your Problem Is That You're Giving It The Wrong Fuel.

These Books Can't Possibly Compete With Centuries Of Established History, Especially When That History Is Endorsed By The Ultimate Bestseller Of All Time." Faukman's Eyes Went Wide. "don't Tell Me Harry Potter Is Actually About The Holy Grail." "i Was Referring To The Bible." Faukman Cringed. "i Knew That.

Religion Is Like Language Or Dress. We Gravitate Toward The Practices With Which We Were Raised. In The End, Though, We Are All Proclaiming The Same Thing. That Life Has Meaning. That We Are Grateful For The Power That Created Us.

I'm Somebody Who Likes Codes And Ciphers And Chases And Artwork And Architecture, And All The Things You Find In A Robert Langdon Thriller.

The Woman Dashed Up The Staircase Toward The Library's Main Doors. Arriving At The Top Of The Stairs, She Grabbed The Handle And Tried Desperately To Open Each Of The Three Giant Doors. The Library's Closed, Lady. But The Woman Didn't Seem To Care. She Seized One Of The Heavy Ring-shaped Handles, Heaved It Backward, And Let It Fall With A Loud Crash Against The Door. Then She Did It Again. And Again. And Again. Wow, The Homeless Man Thought, She Must Really Need A Book.