Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.

Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, “Coming out!” She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells. “Hello, gorgeous.” She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. “Hey, handsome.

Tell him I took the cat

I was educated by the nuns. Guilt and discipline — combine those and you'll be pretty productive.

I find I use the Internet more and more. It's just an invaluable tool. I do most of my research on the Net now - and certainly do the bulk of my communicating through email.

If you do not step forward you will always remain where you are.

When you reach for the stars, you lose blood and tears. That's something you should remember.