“We were gunpowder and one hell of a spark, and I wasn't about to test our combustibility. ~ Junk Miles”

“the words were like gunpowder blasts, sparking me into thought and action.”

“For all the self-improvement books I had read, I still wasn't above shallow validation-seeking. None of us were. That's why we were in the game. Sex wasn't about getting our rocks off; it was about being accepted.”

“...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...”

“Some junk novels were all about airports. Some junk novels were even called things like Airport. Why, then you might ask, was there no airport called Junk Novel? …Junk novels have been around for at least as long as non-junk novels, and airports haven’t been around for very long at all. But they both really took off at the same time. Readers of junk novels and people in airports wanted the same thing: escape, and quick transfer from one junk novel to another junk novel and from one airport to another airport.”

“I shared what we were learning, so that others might grow in their faith through the testing of ours.”