why couldn't someone, somewhere, want her for her ?

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.

Honor is a balancing act and only the heart can strike that balance.

sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.

As you develop, the people around you develop. As you progress, the world progresses with you to a certain degree.

We can’t solve problems for others. We can introduce them to the Lord.

We are not the only avatars of humanity. Once our computing machines achieved self-consciousness, they became part of this design.

Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black?

When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people.

It's taken us a short time to change the nature of nature. In my lifetime, more change than during all preceding human history put together.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.