If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.

That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.

There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.

Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

I speak gibberish to the civilized world and it replies in kind.

We hate it when our friends become successful.

A godly woman is beyond average because she keeps her word. She honors her vows. She exhibits great faith. She overcomes great obstacles. And she affects her family, her community, even the world.

Sometimes I feel sad, but this is not nostalgia, because I don't want time to come back.

I know that I have the potential. And the opportunities. But I don't say: "I want to win the Australian Open in 2018." It doesn't work that way.

When the church finds its members falling into gross and scandalous sins, then it is time for the church to awake and cry to God for a Revival of Religion.

I'm very much a bit of a ghost presence.

It's not who you know, it's who you don't know.

If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.

The more I get to thinking, the less I tend to laugh.