As he pulled his crayon out, The world was painted in glowing scarlet...

Do you know what passion is? He whisperedAnd he brushed my lips... the lipstick smeared and the brassiere rested on the floor..

He put his finger in and out, and watched me lie there.''Perfect'', I groaned breathlessly, while a tear drop shined on the corner of my right eye.

If the legislation helps people improve their lives, then that's great because that's the ultimate goal of all of this.

Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.

There is a rainbow at the end of the storm.

If I'm writing and a chapter isn't coming, I just move ahead.

Why shouldn't I milk it? We're an agricultural institution.

Deep water is what I am wont to swim in.

Peace does not come just because we wish for it. Peace must be fought for. It must be built stone by stone.

Competition impedes creativity because you present yourself in a way that's going to been seen by somebody outside of you. You're not very much yourself and it limits you.

To be one's own master is to be the slave of self.

A basic law: the more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.