Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Defiance through compliance.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

The cucumber and the tomato are both fruit; the avocado is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable.

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

I collect ex-boyfriends -- and more than five, at last count.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.

I live most of the time in New York now. I have an apartment there.

God, I always just think of myself as a jeans and T-shirt kind of person.

Clever people are always the best conversations lexicon.

Everyone who was ever told a fairytale knows what happens to women who do their own magic.

The whole town looks as if it had been left out in the rain too long and by mistake.

Kissing is what humans do when words have reached a place they can't escape from.

Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

Of old the expert in battle would first make himself invincible and then wait for his enemy to expose his vulnerability.

For malice will with joy the lie receive, Report, and what it wishes true believe.