I'm an American and I want instant gratification.

My soul will find yours.

Love can make even nice people do awful things.

What kind of wedding do you want?" "The one with a groom.

Waiting for Prince Charming?" "Aren't all women? And you're waiting for Cinderella." "Actually," Jared said slowly, "I'm rather hoping to find the Evil Queen. I think she'd be much more fun.

I've come to realize that life is what you make it.

We women aren't good at hints. We like solid declarations of love and forever.

Time has no meaning, Love will endure.

To be able to see the flaws in your own work is a gift.

There are some things that are as ancient as time, and knowing when a man desires you is one of those.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

Throughout the empire, it was whispered that although the husband waded through mud, the wife walked upon water. She, it was said, was graced with a gentle touch which tamed the most vicious of men.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.

Dear Lord, ” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

I wish I knew the good of wishing.

Architects today tend to depreciate themselves, to regard themselves as no more than just ordinary citizens without the power to reform the future.

America's corporate and political elites now form a regime of their own and they're privatizing democracy. All the benefits - the tax cuts, policies and rewards flow in one direction: up.

Our identity is fictional, written by parents, relatives, education, society.

If you don't want your dog to have bad breath, do what I do: Pour a little Lavoris in the toilet.

The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.

Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?