If you come back to me, I'll never leave you", I whispered into the furry ear. "I'll make you all the pies you could ever eat.

Now climb, young grasshopper, so your Kung Fu won't be weak.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

Strawberry Shortcake called, she wants her outfit back

First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.

I'm welding the bimbo room shut.

She can tell you the height of the attacker from the trigonometry of the blood spatter, while I'm fuzzy on what trigonometry is.

I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus." Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy to oblige.

Your headlights don't scare me.

A true leader leads for the sake of love and his knowledge of the path, a bad leader redirects his followers to the path of destruction.

If we don’t allow ourselves to experience joy and love, we will definitely miss out on filling our reservoir with what we need when. . . . hard things happen.

I have come to believe that politicians are in the business of 'marketing' their product to the public, by exaggerating threats and over-selling government solutions.

Some blogs have become the best check on monopoly mainstream journalism, and they provide a surprisingly frequent source of initiative reporting.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.

Zen is a totally different kind of religion. It brings humanness to religion. It is not bothered about anything superhuman; its whole concern is how to make ordinary life a blessing.

I personally don't believe anything is impossible. With enough determination and effort, almost everything is possible.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

To walk abroad is, not with eyes, But thoughts, the fields to see and prize; Else may the silent feet, Like logs of wood, Move up and down, and see no good, Nor Jor nor glory meet.