Actually, all fear is born of the imagination, which means the danger we fear doesn't need to be rational or even real to be potent. Like my fear of snakes. When I was eighteen I drove my car off the highway into a ditch because there was a snake on the road. It didn't matter that the snake couldn't have bitten me through the car. It didn't matter that the snake probably wasn't even poisonous or might have even already been dead. Furthermore, it didn't even matter than swerving off the road at fifty miles per hour posed a much greater danger than the snake I was frightened of. Fear doesn't listen to reason. It takes its own counsel.

— Richard Paul Evans

All that's required for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing.

— Richard Paul Evans

A man's worth isn't measured by a bank register or diploma... It's about integrity

— Richard Paul Evans

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

— Richard Paul Evans

As one who would rather light a candle than curse the darkness.

— Richard Paul Evans

Believe. Believe in your destiny and the star from which it shines. Believe you have been sent from God as an arrow shot from His own bow. It is the single universal trait that the great of this earth have all shared, while the shadows are fraught with ghosts who roam the winds with mournful wails of regret on their lips. Believe as if your life depended on it... for indeed it does.

— Richard Paul Evans

Books are the most tolerant of friends.

— Richard Paul Evans

Chocolate is God's apology for broccoli

— Richard Paul Evans

Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?

— Richard Paul Evans

Everyone who got to where they are hard to begin where they were.

— Richard Paul Evans