At least I don't look like a Christmas tree.""You look like the star atop the tree.

Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

People tend to look on the beliefs of the past as being primitive and unintelligent, yet we are seeing more truth in the past every day.

You know what they say about boys next door...

Remind me, " he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it.

I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.

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.

I'm sure I look like a drowned cat.""You look fine. The wet look works for you."I scowled. "Now I know you're lying.

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are those who are quietly unaware of their effect.

Am I glowing?""Like a Christmas tree.""Not just the star?"The bed moved a little, and I felt his hand brush my arm. "No. You're super bright. It's kind of like looking at the sun.

Let us feel love, in the sight of our foes.Let our hearts melt, of the sight of hungry ones.Let us sing the music of forgiveness, the melody of love.

Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning. It's the best thing we have to give and the most valuable thing we receive. It's worthy of all the hullabaloo.

I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?

I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.

Too many people make the past their identity and spend the rest of their lives accumulating sympathy for their past pain.

The images are compositions of photos superimposed over painted backgrounds, then finished off with digital alterations.

Life is like college; may I graduate and earn some honors.

I will not abridge my freedoms so as not to offend savages, freedom of speech is under violent assault here.

Timidity can be as dangerous as rashness.

When you are in the future, the past looks different.