I absolutely believe the past had its share of warrior women who fought like men. Whether some of these were the actual Amazons from Greek myth is another matter.

I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

She laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these women’s lives. Whatever it was, I was clearly missing it. It was so much more than just self-confidence; it seemed to be the ability to love oneself, enthusiastically and unsparingly, body and soul, naturally followed by the assumption that every man on the planet is dying to get in on the act.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part.

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.