It's not always so easy, " she said softly."Why not? It's a part of who you are, isn't it?" he asked with all the sympathy of an asp being prodded with a stick.

Again with that slow, lordly smile. Perfectly shaped for Luc's fist.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Fear can't hurt you. When it washes over you, give it no power. it's a snake with no venom.

Success is a trophy, a title, something gained, attained or retained. Fulfilment, true happiness, contentment.... bliss is the gift of the self-realised. That is the real prize.

It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see not perhaps the way out but the way in.

I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry--I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart--God knows what its name was--that tears started to my eyes.

You could mention my name in any hallway in any academic institution and you would have people foaming at the mouth.

Time is not a road - it is a room.

I found that I loved producing that kind of propaganda and I loved the power that a few students with a Macintosh computer could wield. I was hooked on communications at that point.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.

I find it kind of disturbing when people cheer when someone just gets stabbed brutally.