I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese?

Oh my gosh, he smells good, like some exotic but comforting spice, nutmeg or cardamom. Slowly Damian lowers his head to mine and I think my chest might explode, my heart is tap-dancing so qui

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena

Dear refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies.

Keep the dreams of your youth very close to your heart.

I always knew that I wanted to live with books, even as a child, because we traveled a lot. Home was the book to which I came back every evening.

The majority see the obstacles; the few see the objectives; history records the successes of the latter, while oblivion is the reward of the former

Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.

By today's beauty standards, of course, Marilyn Monroe was an oil tanker.

Every adaptation requires that the screenwriter make difficult choices - and in particular, difficult cuts.

I'd get demolitions experts to rig mother to implode like a skyscraper.

To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.

President Obama is not polarizing, but the media sure is.