I have to protect you, ” he says softly.

Fifty percent of all doctors graduate in the bottom half of their class - Hope your surgery went well!

Daddy, What's the horizontal tango?

dear kiara, The women in the shop told me that yellow rose represents friendship and red rose shows love. And the rosery is the only thing i own that i care for, its yours i'm yours C

Okay, seriously, I dont know if this is true or not, but I heard people who use profanity are trying to compensate for their lack of you know... size" -Tuck

And while my mind is telling me I'm flirting with her just to prove a point, my body wants to play "you show me your perky privates and I'll show you mine.

Consider me your candy stripper... I mean striper.

Can I request another peer guide, One who isn't so happy to be at school at 7:30 a.m.?

Tofu tacos are not Mexican. I think putting tofu on anything and calling it Mexican is an insult to my people.

Do I hear a challenge?” she whispers, “Oh, Carlos. You know I can’t resist a challenge.

Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa.""What does it mean?""You're beautiful.

Someone that you have deprived of everything is no longer in your power. He is once again entirely free.

The purpose of this glorious life is not simply to endure it, but to soar, stumble, and flourish as you learn to fall in love with existence. We were born to live, my dear, not to merely exist.

Mr. President [Barack Obama], it was a great honor being with you and I look forward to being with you many, many more times in the future. Thank you, sir.

Give yourself completely to the act of listening. Beyond the sounds there is something greater, a sacredness that cannot be understood through thought.

I watched the Lost series in the US and it's great.

My parents tried so hard to do what they could to keep us in school, but school didn't last but four months out of the year and most of the time we didn't have clothes to wear.

Father's Day is important because, besides being the day on which we honor Dad, it's the one day of the year that Brookstone does any business.

I don't pretend to see the path, but I know it's there all the same. One day, we'll look back and wonder how we ever missed it.

I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.