We have to actually choose a name," Kane murmured above her head. "We can't keep calling him 'baby.' When he's fifteen he might resent it.

Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.

She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.

If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

Forever did not mean what it once had. Forever was what changed inevitably over time.

The Word of God must be Read and Heard with Diligence that so you may arrive to the Knowledge that is needful for you.

Whenever I think about funk music, it has a look - and that's how it sounds.

In a sense, a hit belongs to the person who made it popular, but if a tune is good enough to attain tremendous success, then it certainly deserves more than one version, one treatment, one approach.

One thing I've often thought is that I never want to tell anybody else what to do. It's hard enough to figure out what I want to do.

The great thing about fashion is that it always looks forward.

The mediocrity with which Africa has been ruled is responsible for its underdevelopment.

I find that when I am actually writing, I enter a zone of concentration too small to admit my troubles.

Great theories are expansive; failures mire us in dogmatism and tunnel vision.

In a knowledge-driven economy, talk is real work.