And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?

Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!

It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.

Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!""We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.

We first become aware of freedom or its opposite in our intercourse with others, not in the intercourse with ourselves.

NOVEL, n. A short story padded.

I prefer the school of life.

Why should I read something someone made up when real events are so interesting?

I kind of grew up in a commune, but it wasn't a hippie commune necessarily, but it was a big house with a lot of families, we all lived together and it was the 70s, whatever that means.

I generally don't think most situations can be labeled as black or white.

Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.

At certain moments, words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered.

I'm notorious for giving a bad interview. I'm an actor and I can't help but feel I'm boring when I'm on as myself.