He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.

You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

It is not an external enemy we dread. Our foe is shut up within ourselves. An internal warfare is daily waged by us.

You can't just say there is a god because the world is beautiful. You have to account for bone cancer in children.

The unionists also for their part, want to minimise the potential for change, not only on the equality agenda but on the issues of sovereignty and ending the union.

Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death?

Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.

I don't go down the road of condemning.

Who is sure of their own motives can in confidence advance or retreat.

New York is of course many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.

Everybody expects that their vote's going to count.

There is no reason inherent in the real resources available to us why we cannot move rapidly within the next two or three years to a state of genuine full employment.