Hot-blooded men make war. It’s up to cool-headed queens like us to make the peace.

Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my husband and my boy. I will not let harm come to either of them.

My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.

I’m all alone against the darkness. Dark winds rising against me.

Love isn't a waste of time

May you and I run in such a way to receive the prize of gold when we run the race of passionate faith.

It feels like I'm babysitting in the Twilight Zone. I keep waiting for the parents to show up because we are out of chips and diet cokes.

I'm a feminist, yes! Very strongly.

The word hammockable (describing two trees that are the perfect distance apart between which a hammock can be hung) is not in the dictionary, but it should be. [Of lying in hammocks]

Given a choice between a folly and a sacrament, one should always choose the folly—because we know a sacrament will not bring us closer to god and there’s always the chance that a folly will.

Economic activity is carried out by individuals in organisations that require a high degree of social co-operation

VR is a very intense visual experience and having the most powerful PC is the only way to deliver certain experiences.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money.

He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer.