Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.

When you don't know what you're doing, fake it.

Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

A conclusion is the place you get to when you’re tired of thinking.

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

Live as big as you can, with what you've got.

Even if you are on the right track, but just sit there, you will still get run over.

After all, if spinster chaperons required their own spinster chaperons there simply wouldn't be enough to go around.

Attainment is a poor measure of capacity, and ignorance no proof of defect.

None of us wants any more war.

Maybe, I got a sense when [Star Wars] came out, and there were always these lines around the block. We didn't understand the popularity of Cheers until maybe five years into the series.

To me, nostalgia is nothing more than a mindless plundering of the past for the commonplace.

Every member of our baseball team at West Point became a general: this proves the value of team sports.

My problem painting from my life was I found that you can't paint dirt without romanticising it.

In order to be an artist, one must be deeply rooted in the society.

I wonder why men get serious at all. They have this delicate, long thing hanging outside their bodies which goes up and down by its own will. If I were a man I would always be laughing at myself.