I don’t confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is…the higher achievement. - Lois McMaster Bujold

But have you ever overheard two women discussing men? Men are crude liars, comparing their drabs, but women—I'd rather have a Mother's anatomist dissect me alive than to listen to the things the ladies say about us when they think they are alone.

Gardens were meant to be seen, smelled, walked through, grubbed in. A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.

There are a number of people in the universe I’d be willing to double-cross, but my own wounded aren’t among ’em.