Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting

I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.

Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

A rich man is not a man without problems but a man whose faith has conquered the problems even when it's there.

I’m a winner because I always bet on you.

Singing from your heart is like fresh air that heal you again from the pollution around you

Every life has a sound. A voice to be heard. A song to be sung. A note to be played.

Mistakes are like bad loves, the more you learn from, the more you wish they'd never happened.

My first dissatisfaction has always been with religion.

The Brother's hood fell back, and his silvery hair shone out in the dim chamber like starlight. All the air rushed out of Tessa's lungs in a single instant. The Silent Brother was Jem.

Only the small secrets need to be protected. The large ones are kept secret by public incredulity.

Our [generation] people have the worst diet of anybody. I'm ready to put a farmer on my payroll. We've got to get back to growing our own food. You are what you eat!

The multitude is always wrong.