I promise if you come to my car I won't cuff you unless..." his voice dropped in a sensuous tone, "...that's what you want.

Pray to whatever you believe in that they don't send the snakes.

It sucks. I think you'd make a pretty snake woman, but I'm not really into that kind of girl. Those pointy teeth and slitted nose. Their mindless need to kill..." He shuddered.

So, you're the Santa Claus of the magic world with a naughty and nice list?

Kissing her wasn't just a kiss. It was a full-body, mid-altering experience.

Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.

All this for two bad lines he could’ve gotten out of a fortune cookie?

I’ll help you, if you admit since our first kiss you imagined us together so many times that the images of us haunt you at night and sour the touch of any other man.

The witch hunter could not date the witch.

Steampunk is Victorian science fiction

You can employ men and hire hands to work for you, but you must win their hearts to have them work with you.

It's a business now. But you still have little butterflies in your stomach before every game.

Loyalty is something you should always hold sacred in your heart.

A crackpot theory. Instead of saying labor's exploited, as Marx did, Kelso says capital's exploited. It's worse than Marx. It's Marx stood on its head.

Every day, without fail, I eat some dark chocolate.

It's clear that other problems such as [...] the domination of business over government, science, thought, and society, are much bigger than non-free software.

One of the difficulties of photography is that it is much better at being explicit than at being reticent.

It was of tremendous comfort. I always said my prayers at night. My mother taught actually me to say prayers at night but most of it came from the church.