One day I was in Starbucks going through one of my books on accounting, and this beautiful young woman came up to me and said, ‘My accounting book is different from yours.’ Her name was Joyce, she had a background in finance and administration and ran a surgery center. Within a short time, we were married

One day I was in Starbucks going through one of my books on accounting, and this beautiful young woman came up to me and said, 'My accounting book is different from yours.' Her name was Joyce, she had a background in finance and administration and ran a surgery center. Within a short time, we were married

One day I was in Starbucks going through one of my books on accounting, and this beautiful young woman came up to me and said, ‘My accounting book is different from yours.’ Her name was Joyce, she had a background in finance and administration and ran a surgery center. Within a short time, we were married (David Schweikert)

President Obama is a gifted politician. He is gifted with rhetoric virtuosity. He is gifted with the ability to lie directly to camera without blinking. And he is gifted with some of the most incompetent conservative opposition in the history of the country

President Obama is a gifted politician. He is gifted with rhetoric virtuosity. He is gifted with the ability to lie directly to camera without blinking. And he is gifted with some of the most incompetent conservative opposition in the history of the country

President Obama is a gifted politician. He is gifted with rhetoric virtuosity. He is gifted with the ability to lie directly to camera without blinking. And he is gifted with some of the most incompetent conservative opposition in the history of the country (Ben Shapiro)

Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent―Chrissstaaa…Chrisssstaaaaa… – Fawn Bonning, The Leader of Lors

Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent―Chrissstaaa…Chrisssstaaaaa… - Fawn Bonning, The Leader of Lors

Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent―Chrissstaaa…Chrisssstaaaaa… – Fawn Bonning, The Leader of Lors

That’s right,” said Door. Her cheek lightly grazed and her dirty reddish hair was tangled; tangled but not matted. And her eyes…Richard realized that he could not tell what color her eyes were. They were not blue, or green, or brown, or gray; they reminded him of fire opals: there were burning greens and blues, and even reds and yellows that vanished and glinted as she moved

That's right,

That’s right,” said Door. Her cheek lightly grazed and her dirty reddish hair was tangled; tangled but not matted. And her eyes…Richard realized that he could not tell what color her eyes were. They were not blue, or green, or brown, or gray; they reminded him of fire opals: there were burning greens and blues, and even reds and yellows that vanished and glinted as she moved. (Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere)