Every now and again your life's course can turn on one simple thing, some small decision the import of which isn't at all obvious at the time.

These days I'm probably happiest when I see my two daughters loving one another.

I started to write book reviews as a means of recording my thoughts about what I'd read before all memory of them vanished.

I don't understand the mechanics behind things, so a site that I find impressive may not really be more technologically advanced than something which is ostensibly uninteresting.

What I find amazing is how sometimes ideas will just click, seemingly without effort.

If you neglect your blogs they don't take up much time.

The worship of God shouldn’t be done in church alone, but in all our actions and our attitude towards His creation

Feminism is hated because women are hated. Anti-feminism is a direct expression of misogyny it is the political defense of women hating.

...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see.

Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.

The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

What comes from the heart lands on the heart creatively.

Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.

The rabble also vent their rage in words. [Ger., Es macht das Volk sich auch mit Worten Lust.]

I think the prom is very serious also. It's an American ritual, it's a rite of passage, and it's very much a part of this country.

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.