Be the master of your life.
Shenanigans is a financial model on the catwalk.
Being positive reckons the unexpected.
It is terrible to be an unprotected being.
Infidelity is an opium of unfaithfulness.
I was a master at keeping my feelings in.
Read , read , he is the master of us all.
Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.
He who is not a good servant will not be a good master.
My whole life has been about risk and reward.
Woman throughout the ages has been mistress to the law, as man has been its master.
Officeholders are the agents of the people, not their masters.
Religion is the call to confront reality; to master the self.
The only athletic sport I ever mastered was backgammon.
What you need to drive out an old passion, is a new passion, a greater passion. What you need is an over-mastering positive passion. [...] Just as Rachel was Jacob's over-mastering passion, the passion of his life, Jesus is our "Rachel". To the degre...
Activities such as chanting, bowing, and sitting in zazen are not at all wasted, even when done merely formally, for even this superficial encounter with the Dharma will have some wholesome outcome at a later time. However, it must be said in the mos...
You cut me,” he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critical interest. “It might be fatal.” Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you the Magister?” He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran d...
The phone is about the same size as a cigarette pack. It's no surprise to me that the traditional cigarette lighter in many cars has turned into the space we use to recharge our phones. They are kin. The phone, like the cigarette, let's the texter/fo...
And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too undervalued by the world, or sometimes just at all -- we shake our fists at t...
Though loss did not pass from one person to another liker a baton; it just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And, she thought, scratching the coarseness of the horse's mane, it did not leave once lodged, did it, simply changed form and ask...
Without the Project I was nothing but a secretary on a road to nowhere, drifting toward frosted hair and menthol addiction.
