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Networking isn't how many people you know, it's how many people know you.

To a farmer dirt is not a waste, it is wealth.

A farmer is a magician who produces money from the mud.

If the farmer is rich, then so is the nation.

Today it is cheaper to start a business than tomorrow.

Fail soon so that you can succeed sooner.

He captures memories because if he forgets them, it's as though they didn't happen.

Seeing God is all about getting in touch with reality. If you want to photograph God, focus your lens on Hamakom, The Place, anyplace where you see divine light illuminating reality. Let your camera collect the light reflecting from the reality shaping your everyday life and you will find yourself photographing God in action." (From the Introduction to the book Photograph God)

Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. __ guess I should say thank you for saving my life,_ she muttered then turned and slapped Faolán hard across the face. __nd that__ for you having to save it in the first place. And I__ not your woman, you big, arrogant, lying, betraying_faery loving_ She searched for the perfect insult and couldn__ find one, __Scot._ She gave a very unladylike snort. __appy now? That fiery enough for you?

Identify yourself,_ Colleen demanded. ____e got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink. I__e got a black belt,_ she lied frantically, __nd_and_a gun. A big one._ - Colleen O__rien

You turn the lights on and off here and if you can__ sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room_ her voice broke off. __ait. Can you read?__is chin took a slight tilt upward. __ye,_ Faolán replied, his voice cool, __n English, Gaelic, Latin, or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty, and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a lady__ ears. I can also count all the way up to_ He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes, __twenty._ _ Faolán MacIntyre

Funny how I keep forgetting you__e insane._ - Colleen O__rien

Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O__rien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room._ _ Rod Serling

Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that._ Faolán exhaled. __reeping up on a man is a dangerous thing, and I confess I__ jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cat__.___ wasn__ creeping anywhere, I was going to make coffee and this is my house, I__l creep anywhere I like,_ Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. __ut I wasn__ creeping.

His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. __my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,_ Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. __hese lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,_ he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. ____ not, am I?__he inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen__ face. __o, you__e not, but I guess I can see how they__ think that,_ she muttered darkly. __hat you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

Food shouldn__ be that shade of green, lass._ _ Faolán MacIntyre

Great losses are great lessons.

Be a worthy worker and work will come.