Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!

Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way." I...had no words for that.

He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.

By the way, only a real man can accept his feminine side." "I don't know who fed you that line of garbage, but I can promise she's laughing at you right now.

I'm Not a Gynecologist, but I'll take a Look.

I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.

I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.

I can't promise we'll ever use you for a hasty getaway," Cole said, "but with a little work, you might be able to race my grandmother-while she's on her scooter.

People wrote me off but they did not realize that I was a writer - I rewrote my own destiny.

Red's had her day. It's time to give pink a go.

When I turned 18, I lost my best friend to a car accident.

Dead Babies can take care of themselves, dead Babies can´t take things off the shelf.

Better friends than lovers. Sugar can't you see? You need you and I really need me.

Like everyone else, I want to go on dancing forever, but I know the day is going to come when I will have to be doing something else.

However much I may sympathise with and admire worthy motives, I am an uncompromising opponent of violent methods even to serve the noblest of causes.

God comes on his own terms. He comes when commands are revered, hearts are clean, and confession is made.

You can't make someone feel good about themselves until you feel good about yourself.

To persons uninstructed in natural history, their country or seaside stroll is a walk through a gallery filled with wonderful works of art, nine-tenths of which have their faces turned to the wall.