I have changed my mind. You can help cook by standing in a corner and not touching anything. Do it carefully. -Nick to Jamie

Real life is sometimes boring, rarely conclusive and boy, does the dialogue need work.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.

Wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.

Which brings us to the least sexy word in the English language, kids," Dad said, kicking back in his chair. "Inbreeding. Avoid it.

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

Technically speaking, you drive like a rabid chicken who has hijacked a tractor.

I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.

Jared glared. Some people, Kami knew, had bedroom eyes. She was saddened to have to admit that Jared had filthy alleyway eyes.

Alan: Conning people out of their savings. Forgery. Blackmail. Selling real estate on Mars. We could have it all. You with me, Bambi?" Sin: "Clive, I was with you from 'I'm a social worker.

Imagination, like reality, has its limits.

Whilst I have no control over when or where that will be (death) ~ what I do have control over is the way I choose to live whilst my body is working well and my mind is capable of great things.

God put a cross between you and hell. If you want to go to hell, you will have to crawl over the cross of Jesus.

You are all a lost generation.

Sport can bring communities together and can release a lot of pent-up emotions

Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!

Khadi work without the mastery of the science of khadi will be love's labour lost in terms of Swaraj.

The team, not the individual, is the ultimate champion.

Have you ever had something happen to you that there was simply no explanation for? That you can't chalk up to a coincidence, or an accident, or even fate?

And I, love, am a pathological liar.