You were my dock. I am just a mere ship that has drifted farther and farther into the vast water. Many docks are in range, but I have yet to anchor and tie my rope.

You're like a fish. You want to evolve, to climb onto the land, but the ocean won't let go of you so easily. The currents of your past would sooner destroy you than let you go free.

Communism is in conflict with human nature.

Desire and happiness cannot live together.

I'm very comfortable with myself and my sexuality, but it doesn't define me. I also read books believe it or not.

I'm still working, I've got two arms, two legs, two gorgeous kids, a lovely wife. Fifteen years ago, I was homeless. So when you think about it, I'm lucky.

eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you

See how ye Pharisee in the Temple stands, And justifies himself with lifted hands. Whilst ye poor publican with downcast eyes, Conscious of guilt to God for mercy cries.

My son, Max, was born the day Princess Di died.

The commands of God are given, not to rob me of joy, but lead me into the fullness of joy.

Growing up at my grandmother's table, she always had rice. She might do something as exotic as potatoes or spaghetti, but there was still always rice, just in case you needed a little rice fix.