My theology$$$ briefly$$$ is that the universe was dictated$$$ but not signed.

No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.

I realized that this was the big secret of democracy -- that change can occur by starting off with just a few people doing something.

Bill Clinton was a pretty good president for a Republican.

Routine feeds the illusion of safety...

Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.

My library isn't very extensive but every book in it is a friend.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them$$$ haven't you?

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.