Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William

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.

Leadership. More than a New York Times best seller book.

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it

The plants have taught me they don't like to be potted too long - it's very restrictive to them so I would plant them outside if you could, or in a green house.

The tapestry of history has no point at which you can cut it and leave the design intelligible.

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Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

By not speaking you don't get rid of the story, you just open up a silence, which can be just as loud.

Children have taught me to always be forgiving.

Go in any direction..seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.

And if I was humming "Happy Birthday" and smiling stupidly as I fled for my life—well, that was nobody's business, was it?