I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.

A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.

There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-""Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?""Watch your mouth.

Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.

Are you following me?" He asked."Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?"He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.

Have as much fun as you can in life because you never know when it will end.

Whatever Latin America sells—raw materials or manufactures—its chief export product is really cheap labor.

I'm a greater believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it

Lazy people live lonely lives.

I mean, [tweeting] just - it makes you wonder about whatever else Donald trump is doing. It undermines much more than just a single tweet.

Pronouns really don't matter in a song - 'I' or 'he' or 'she' or even subscribing a lyric to an inanimate object.

It's a complicated story [hoe I got into music ]. I actually wrote a book about it, titled For Sue.

She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.

If you're gonna watch the Drive-By Media, don't take it seriously.

What is true belongs to me!