Rules are, like an ashtray-in-progress, meant to be thrown, poked and reshaped to suit yourself.

Having a favorite color is like having a favorite lung.

Play is your route to mastery.

Having a favourite colour is like having a favourite lung.

Value choices are intuitive... It's fun to see how much you can get without leaning on contrast.

There's a saying that goes, 'The universe gives you a whisper, then a nudge, then a push and then an anvil on your head.

Joy is my energy and energy is my powerhouse.

Learning a new thing is a shortcut to joy and informs your area of mastery.

Vibrancy is only as effective as the mastering of restraint.

Ideas bubble differently when we're forced to inquire about the obvious.

Study the processes and methods of those who are better at it than you... there's someone who knows something you don't, who has honed a skill more than you have. Rival your rival.

Isana felt her throat tighten. "We failed." Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana's arm firmly."We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.

The U.K. should begin with an FAnd have a C after the U, And it should end in E DNow that we’ve left the E.U.

There is no shame in losing to the sword of the Prince. There is only shame in choosing not to follow Him.

Fair peace becomes men ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

Scientific research can reduce superstition by encouraging people to think and view things in terms of cause and effect.

At such close range, even she could hit a vampire full force in the shoulder, surprising him considerably. He paused in his attack. “Well, my word! You can’t threaten me, you’re pregnant!

Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.

I don't like women who follow fashion in the sense of becoming victims of it. I like women who have elegance, who have allure, who use fashion, rather than the other way around.

You have to get a great headline to attract attention in your blog - it's about the lure - not the rod.

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.