So it turns out that late-night flashes of brilliance often look a little less brilliant in the bright light of morning.

What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process?

No. Not a death wish. Just very little left to lose.

It might have been my human side clamoring for blood, or my alien side looking for a chance to exercise strategic dominance over a lesser life form. Either way, I was going to win.

That was, in fact, my life. A whole series of reasonable lies.

Pretending to feel something you don't can often lead you to the real thing, in some form.

So what did it matter where she came from? Who-or what-her parents were? Everyone's family was messed up in some way including my own. And she was still the same Ariane.

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

I can see why some people become “beach bunnies”: you don’t have to think about things or even talk when you’re on the beach. You just sit here and feel good about being alive.

There is enough heartache and sorrow in this life without our adding to it through our own stubbornness, bitterness, and resentment.

The fog eventually clears itself.

Seeing is believing to most families who have lived with a drinker.

Your greatest weapon is your enemy's mind

It is incredible how far women have come and women in sports have come.

Obviously because of my personal connection to Mandela and having had his story as part of my childhood, I knew how awesome he was.

Only the flint of a man's mind can strike fire in music.

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.