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“The best art is not always the most popular art, and the most popular art is never truly the best art. The best art is that which is streamed through God. And the worst art is that which is void of God. The master artist of the universe is the Creator of All Things, and his reflection is in all of us. Only the artist who is aware that he is a reflection of that greatness, and that creativity is supreme love, is a true divine artist. Even if he is not the most popular artist, he will be very popular among the stars of His universe. That is the master artist, one who uses his talents to serve as a vehicle of God. In his work, you hear God's voice and see with His eyes.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“He finally returned my gaze, and held it. A knot lodged in my throat, because he was closer than I expected, and his eyelashes were darker than I expected, and long, and there was a gray rim around the inside of his irises that looked like crowns of storm clouds surrounding a peridot. His gaze made the butterflies in my stomach shake off their hibernation and want to remember how to flutter again.
Oh yes, he had to be the main character.
Book boyfriend material, once someone fixed him up.
But then: Where was his heroine?”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.”
― Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.”
― Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind

“His eyes, impenetrable, mocked my vulnerability.”
― Neda Aria, Bella Donna