In my worldview, there are filers, and there are pilers. Filers think alphabetically. Pilers think geologically.

The dachshund is a perfectly engineered dog. It is precisely long enough for a single standard stroke of the back, but you aren't paying for any superfluous leg.

How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?

When it comes down to it, I don't have much in the way of advice to offer you, but here it is: Read to children. Vote. And never buy anything from a man who's selling fear.

Wisdom begins when you discover the difference between "That doesn't make sense" and "I don't understand.

God save us from idealists! They dream of a world without injustice, and what crime won't they commit to get it! I swear, Mirella, I'll settle for a world with good manners.

The sparrow still falls.

If we keep demanding that God yield up His answers, perhaps some day we will understand them. And then we will be something more than clever apes, and we shall dance with God.

No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us, there's always a thread of grace.

Watching him with one eye, she wondered if men ever figured out that they were more appealing when they were pursuing their own work than when they were pursuing a woman.

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.

Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds, While you were looking for warmth.

A smile opened, thin as a paper cut, in the bottom of Flowers's face.

I know I'm going to shred the skin off your face and turn it into hair ribbons.

Our happiness depends on the habit of mind we cultivate. So practice happy thinking every day. Cultivate the merry heart develop the happiness habit and life will become a continual feast.

All that this world knows of living lies in giving - and more giving; He that keeps, be sure he loses -Friendship grows by what it uses.

Take a chance. Take a risk. Find that passion and rekindle it. Fall in love all over again. It's really worth it.

Life is in ourselves and not in the external.

Peter Watts delivers-solid, inventive hard sf about the deep sea, but as we've never seen before. This moves like the wind.

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

Tony Blair is already secretly grinning at the prospect of his third victory. You don't have to settle for that.