The belief that words have a meaning of their own account is a relic of primitive word magic, and it is still a part of the air we breathe in nearly every discussion.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

I am art. I am authentic. I am love. I am me.

We are sheep surrounded by green pastures, but we will not eat. We seem to have no appetite for the Word of God.

I feel like a semi-single mum.

Enron is now officially out of the energy business. They are now in a new business: confetti.

If any QB can complete passes to himself, it's Johnny Manziel.

Some words, you know, it's amazing but some words would come only in French, and when I speak French, it would only come in English. And so the adjustment is very difficult sometimes.

I prefer to leave standing up, like a well-mannered guest at a party.

The students of Gallaudet have sent a powerful message across this country!

Give me a room whose every nook is dedicated to a book.