Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring - that delicious commingling of the perfume of arbutus, the odor of pines, and the snow - soaked soil just warming into life.

Kindness is the master key which opens the gates of inner bliss.

The 'silk' in silkpunk refers not to a source of power, but to an entirely different, expressive technology language.

There's real potency in metal. Metal fans love metal as if it's a nation they would fight for. It's not diluted by pop culture.

It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

Here in Barcelona, it's the architects who built the buildings that made the city iconic who are the objects of admiration - not a bunch of half-witted monarchs.

I'm not the kind of coach who just goes out and buys players for the sake of it. I'm a coach who wants to - and can - improve players.

I've never felt a desire (and I don't believe I ever shall) to bring the public to my work... a certain popularity seems to me the least desirable of things.

I'll be honest, I felt an urge to squeeze him like a kitten and that led to the gesture I made. There was nothing behind it really.

Every way of classifying a thing is but a way of handling it for some particular purpose.

Writing from a character is really fun - sometimes you can be more honest through somebody else's perspective.