Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.

He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.

Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.

He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately, ” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.

Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.

I can’t get enough of you, ” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.

I want you too, so much, ” she whispered. He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.

If a man gives you a harsh winter, give him back something unexpected: The warm spring!

Apparently God takes reception of Holy Communion seriously. Apparently some things are more sacred than politics. Apparently it's all or nothing when it comes to being Catholic.

I grew up in the Alps and France, and Barbie was my first exposure to the American woman. For me she was blonde, she was free and she was fun.

Republicans are always criticizing President Obama for using the teleprompter. Is that a big deal? After eight years of George Bush, I'm glad we have a president that can read.

Own your beauty whatever shape or form it comes in.

A hero is someone we can admire without apology.

Every judgement blocks the light!

There's one site where you can buy pictures of me for five bucks a pop.

No psychological message is so open to question as that which tells us that we have nothing left to do or to give.

You cannot teach beginners top-down programming, because they don't know which end is up.