These days I'm probably happiest when I see my two daughters loving one another.

Every now and again your life's course can turn on one simple thing, some small decision the import of which isn't at all obvious at the time.

I started to write book reviews as a means of recording my thoughts about what I'd read before all memory of them vanished.

I don't understand the mechanics behind things, so a site that I find impressive may not really be more technologically advanced than something which is ostensibly uninteresting.

What I find amazing is how sometimes ideas will just click, seemingly without effort.

If you neglect your blogs they don't take up much time.

Without love, we are pointless. With it, we are infinite.

God bless us every one.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

what comes around goes around.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

The mind is international and supra-national ... it ought to serve not war and annihilation, but peace and reconciliation.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

There's no love like the first.

We are not final because we are infallible, but infallible only because we are final.