Promises retain men better than services; for hope is to them a chain, and gratitude a thread.

Punpun was just fine again today.

Kurt pick his way around testing for heat before taking each step and avoiding places where the ash was heaps up.

Imagine if we had no secrets, no respite from the truth. What if everything was laid bare the moment we introduced ourselves?

Everyone is in a small way the image of God.

I crave my mom's Sloppy Joes.

It was so fun. Being ahead and still being relaxed, we got to chill out.

I get to wear Vivienne Westwood and Alexander McQueen and crazy stuff, but of course, my mom would never in a million years let me buy that. She won't even let me buy my own pair of skis!

...my little blurb wasn't going to win me any speaker-of-the-year awards, but at least I hadn't tripped and fallen off the stage, crushing and killing three elderly jazz fans.

Since I'm not sure of the address to which to send my gratitude, I put it out there in everything I do.

There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.