And she didn't judge nobody. She loved everyone equal- accountants, queers, musicians, she welcomed us all, said we were all idiots just the same.

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

But wasn't there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didn't seem fair.

I stared at the enormous homes, the landscaping and flower beds immaculate. It was as if dollar bills, instead of leaves, hung from the trees.

They got everything money can buy, their bank accounts are fat, but they ain't happy. They ain't ever gonna be happy. You know why? They soul broke. And money can't fix that, no sir.

They have a baby grand piano, but no one in the family plays. They have shelves of books they've never read, and the tension between the couples was so thick it nearly choked us.

Light fell, and so did my confidence.

We sat and drank in silence. It was something I appreciated about Jesse. He didn't feel the need to fill every moment with talk or some sort of silly exchange.

We pushed to the edge of recklessness, yet I felt safe.

He wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss straight on my lips, hard and long. It felt like I was watching the kiss instead of being inside of it.

The only reason I'd lift my skirt is to pull a pistol and plug you in the head.

What do I think? I think it makes no difference what I think.

The strength within us comes from God.

The purpose of a business is to create a customer.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

When life follows the course of our desires, it is easy to be swept along without thought.

The great call for the Church is to not just be concerned about right or wrong behavior, which is moral life, but about communion with God, which is mystical life.

Enlightened social engineering is required to face situations that demand global action now.

So long as we represent technology as an instrument, we remain held fast in the will to master it.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

Socialize the individual's surplus and you socialize his spirit and creativeness.