What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

Actually, I am kind of busy right now,” I drawled as I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. “You have to make melanin while the sun shines.

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself

I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

I decided in my life that I would do nothing that did not reflect positively on my father's life.

All that is good is ours not by right but by the sheer bounty of a gracious God

School's a weird thing. I'm not sure it works.

Listen to me brother! bring the vision of the Beloved in your heart

The way to move out of judgement is to move into gratitude

People are here to serve. We cannot waste potential.

I don't believe the fertilised egg can be equated with the sort of human life that you and I represent, or our children represent.

We're not here to get over our humanness, but rather to accept and make peace with it... and to remember our Divine nature.

I was really into music. I started playing guitar also when I was nine. I wanted to be in the Beatles, even though John Lennon died the year I got a guitar and the Beatles broke up before I was born.

We cannot even recollect the actions of our infancy, our childhood is like something written on a slate and rubbed off.