Love is 3:33 am plus 360 degrees plus 365 days, minus 12:34 pm. I ought to know, because I weighed it myself.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
Everyone loves a witch hunt as long as it's someone else's witch being hunted.
I felt so much pride, so much love. You get a handful of days like this in a lifetime. Take in every minute. They’ll be over soon enough, and you never know what tomorrow will bring.
A number I'd love to know: the % of those now saying 'we have to vote Obama to stop an attack on Iran' who will support one if Obama does it.
Memo to extreme partisans: If you can't bring yourselves to love your enemies, can you at least learn to hate your friends?