When you looked out my window you could see the whole city crouched under a blanket of car smog.

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

... tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.

The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.

I wanted nothing for free.Nothing came for free at our place anyway.

Both things are invisible But we Both are aware I colored my self in your fragranceAnd you colored your hands in my BLOOD

Every path that my foot has treaded was divinely ordered.

The Bahá´í Faith is consolation for humanity.

Tim Tebow cannot dance, I know that. Tebow can do a lot of things, but he can not dance.

Composing is just another exciting thing. It's as exciting as being in a band. It's kind of like joining a new band for three months.

A bad forgery's the ultimate insult.

Problems are often stated in vague terms... because it is quite uncertain what the problems really are.

We cannot succeed when half of us are held back. We call upon our sisters around the world to be brave, to embrace the strength within themselves and realize their full potential.

The words: never, can't, quit, and fail, are not in my vocabulary.

The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.