your love, your facial expression, your spirit and your words to the wise is my fervency: special for my mom and dad

Love without reason—bloom without season.

In comparison with the spirit of priestly revenge all the remaining spirits are hardly worth considering.

Yes, my first memory of singing, in general, was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.

I'm a proud member of the rabble.

We fed the public a line of deceit, dishonesty, a fabrication of statistics and figures.

Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

When, all at once, you find you have something precious you only dimly suspected was to be yours, you almost wish it hadn't come so soon.

Momentum is whatever your attitude determines it to be.

Michael Winter’s fiction is a lot like hearing him talk about his life… harrowing in an after-the-fact hilarious way. Full of wonder and mystery. A hangover you wouldn’t miss for the world.

It's all about the work. Nothing is going to fall into your lap.