This wasn't the last of it. Now that Finia was carrying his baby, they would be together forever, whether she liked it or not.

How dare she not give in to his "vulnerability." There was only so much rejection he could take.

Finia glanced towards her bedroom, wishing the darkness would swallow her whole.

Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.

I walk in and out of several worlds every day.

When indeed it is in God we live, and move, and have our being. We cannot draw a breath without his help.

They had kissed so often in lust, in passion, but never like this.This felt like a renewal, a pledge… A beginning.

One of life's gifts is that each of us, no matter how tired and downtrodden, finds reasons for thankfulness: for the crops carried in from the fields and the grapes from the vineyard.

Bono as we all know, is in love with the world, he's enamoured by it. I'm enraged by it. He wants to give the world a great big hug, I want to punch its lights out.

It is this trick of capitalism, of subjecting labor to competition, while lifted wholly above it by class law itself, that is objectionable.

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

We as artists cannot be politicians. We as artists can only be truth-tellers.