That night I dreamed of turduckens.

It's easier to revise lousy writing than to revise a blank sheet of paper.

I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people's thoughts and work, things they love.

Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.

Yeah, well, wish in one hand, crap in the other, and see which fills up first

I suppose any note, no matter how sour, sounds like a song if you hold onto it long enough.

I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.

T.S Elliot was wrong. My world ended with a bang the minute we entered the Compound and the silver door closed behind us. The sound was brutal. Final.

What does one tell a husband? One tells him nothing.

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

An inspirational writer's life is an open book that never shuts. Choose your words carefully.

Win hatred with love, enemies with friendship, and cruelty with kindness.

If the IAAF feel that is the right way to go for TV rights and everything, the rule will stay. As much as I want to be on the podium, tonight is a sad night for athletics.

Die to the past every moment. You don't need it. Only refer to it when it is absolutely relevant to the present. Feel the power of this moment and the fullness of Being. Feel your presence.

...because of forced globalization, there's a clear trend these days towards uniformity. This trend comes largely from the ever-greater concentration of power in the hands of large media groups.

Women never confess and even when they seemingly resign themselves to such a course they are not sincere.

Life is a succession of crises and moments when we have to rediscover who we are and what we really want.

How clever of me. I have found such a pathway into hell that I can never get back out.

Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.