Today's marketing success comes from self-publishing web content that people want to share. It's not about gimmicks. It's not about paying an agency to interrupt others.

On the web, you are what you publish.

Don't fear sharing your best ideas online: 1) Competition already knows what you are up to 2) People like leaders not followers.

Instead of one-way interruption, Web marketing is about delivering useful content at just the right moment that a buyer needs it.

Think like a publisher, not a marketer.

Creating great content that educates and informs is always the best marketing strategy.

Social Media are tools, Real Time is a mindset.

Marketing is not about your agency winning awards. It's about your organization winning business.

The urgent can drown out the important.

Don't start by talking about your products and services instead think about the people you are trying to reach

Focus on your buyers and your buyers problems

She told herself there had been nothing outside, nothing peering in at her from the darkness. Nothing at all.

My birth was a blessing. Sent to live and die on Earth; it's a blessing. We each have a star; all you have to do is find it. Once you do, everyone sees it, you won't be blinded.

When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly - so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.

There's also, I think more so in the music business and especially for women, this ceiling that people put on you if you have children or a family and decide to spend time with them.

I started at the age of 8 and have been lucky to be still working.

We're comparing our behind-the-scenes with everybody else's highlight reel.

Renunciation is the very basis upon which ethics stands.

Seek to have your life in God, not in things, not in people, not in places, not in circumstances, not in arguments, not in human intelligence, but in God.

I love doubleheaders. That way I get to keep my uniform on longer.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.