Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.

You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back in your rearview mirror.

Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless."Anger" was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.

Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.

We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.

At the end of the day, it's a series of individual challenges played out against a team defense. It's a psersonal test every time I step into the batter's box: Can I do better than the last time? And that's why I love it.

We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.