Guess I’ve been reading too much fantasy.

But love is something that has to be as selfish as it is unselfish. You can't make yourself love someone because you feel like you should. Just wanting to love someone isn't enough.

I am a gym rat who loves to work out, particularly running, Zumba, yoga, cycling, and kickboxing.

I'm not asking for forever, Tamani said. Yet. I'm just asking for a moment.

Guess I've been reading too much fantasy.

No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devastated her resolve, every single time she saw it.

Are you looking for something real in this world of illusions? Call me. Casual Flings need not apply. I am looking for Love.

All I'm saying is that you shouldn't stay with him for the wrong reasons, even if they are noble ones. No one owes it to someone else to be their girlfriend. It's a choice you remake every day.

I just don't want to cozy up to the guy whose girl I have every intention of stealing.

Square root of a cosine? How is that ever going to be useful?

At the end of 'Illusions,' readers should see the inevitable coming.

There is no inner peace found in taking care of me and mine. It is present in attending to the needs of we and ours.

I had a marvelous baseball career and after my baseball career, there is an abundance of opportunity out there.

What would become of history, had we not a dependence on the veracity of the historian, according to the experience, what we have had of mankind?

I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!

The footsteps a child follows are most likely to be the ones his parents thought they covered up.

I'm afraid of the dark, so I have a lot of night-lights.

Yes - it's the same in any other work - the more you massage your thinking the more capable I believe you are of expanding how you go about things and learning.

You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.

1946, if my memory is correct. Harry "The Cat" Brecheen went against the Red Sox in Game 7. I stayed home to listen, practically had my head inside the radio.

You must look at facts, because they look at you.