But Tom was not thinking about magic or struggle or the rest of his journey.

He was enjoying the game and the bright sun, and his heart was a child's heart.

But then, all grownup's hearts are children's hearts inside, if you can only find the catch that opens them.

We have only to keep the end in view, and have our hearts thoroughly engaged in the pursuit of it, and means will not be very difficult.

Their heads would be with Hillary, ... But their hearts would be with Condi.

Their heads would be with Hillary. But their hearts would be with Condi.

The near term gyrations in the dollar are more keyed in to the TICS data, and the revised view that Fed is not likely to be as aggressive as the market thought.

It does no good to run. And it does no good to hide. But I know what it's like. Your brain shuts down, and you follow your instincts. Or, at least, you think you do. But you know what you're really doing? When you flee through the night, or crawl into your little bolt-hole? You know what's really guiding you? Controlling you? Pushing you on? Genre conventions.