What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love. These were his victims.
Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.
It's a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.
Most frequently asked question at my AI talks: Will robots be conscious? We slaughter 60 billion animals/year, but are concerned for robots?
For the grateful, there is no room for disappointment; Each moment offers life.
The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.
The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.
Options abound world over, Options to choose from and be the best.
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girl...
Just because your heart is beating, doesn't mean you're alive.
If you are on social media, and you are not learning, not laughing, not being inspired or not networking, then you are using it wrong.