in a woman's womb.another chance.to make the world better.

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn't belong, not in my, church, not in my home, not in my skin.

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

Given the opportunity to help us with our dreams, the Universe does not disappoint.

Nearly all men have weak hearts, in one way or another.

Out where the handclasp's a little stronger Out where the smile dwells a little longer That's where the West begins.

At the end of the day, life's about realising one's human potential. I don't know if I've realised mine, but I've certainly gone a long way towards realising some goals and some dreams.

The French have launched their own version of Google, called Quaero. You just type in the subject you're interested in, and Quaero refuses to look it up for you.

Love cannot be measured by its duration.

The key to intimacy is the commitment to honesty and to the radical forgiveness necessary in order for honesty to be safe.

The interesting thing about cloud computing is that we've redefined cloud computing to include everything that we already do.

The world is not interested in what we do for a living. What they are interested in is what we have to offer freely - hope, strength, love and the power to make a difference!

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.