It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

Fear sticks like a barb in the mind. Someone cold enough to take advantage of it can attach strings to those barbs and make puppets of men and women.

I am not interested in power for power's sake, but I'm interested in power that is moral, that is right and that is good.

Staring prejudice in the face imposes a cruel discipline: to structure your anger, to achieve a certain dignity, an angry dignity.

My coaches were great. My mom and dad. My dad never missed a wrestling meet.

I enjoy going on motorcycle trips and stopping in small towns and enjoying drinks with the locals.

The freedom to make a fortune on the stock exchange has been made to sound more alluring than freedom of speech.

Football doesn't build character, it reveals character.

My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.

Money no longer has any meaning. Civilization is coming to an end. If not the destruction of the world, it's an endless stalemate.