Like I've been sketched by an amateur artist: if you don't look too closely, it's all right, but start focusing and all the smudges and mistakes become really obvious.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Time is the cruelest force of all.

Whatever may be, I am still largely the creator and ruler of my emotional destiny.

I just want to say that we are going to hit ISIS hard, and I mean really hard, but I do think this.

Are you willing to take the Big Leap to your ultimate level of success in love, money, and creative contribution?

Journalistic content is a technical complex expressly intended to adapt man to the machine.

They who are in the highest places, and have the most power, have the least liberty, because they are the most observed.

As I have seen with a lot of companies I have covered, acquisition interest can be a heady experience, and not always in a good way.

I found it to be smooth sailing - 100 percent smooth sailing my whole career.

I make terrible jokes every time I go into a hospital. I think it's a defence mechanism.

How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is "I will see you in the vestry after service."