It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy

I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.

Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

We Live Must Have A Dream, But Doesn't Means Life Is Just A Dream.

I am not here to speak the Truth. I am here just to give you a method to perceive it.

An unacknowledged trauma is like a wound that never heals over and may start to bleed again at any time.

We've got one life and the older we get the more we come to realize how short it is.

I often joke that 100 years from now I hope people are saying, 'Dang, she looks good for her age!'

Blessed are they who know how to shine on one's gloom with their cheer.

The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.

It has been years since I have seen anyone who could even look as if he were in love. No one's face lights up any more except for political conversation.

But then I always wanted to play for Rangers. Man United is a great club and Alex Ferguson is a legend.

may the gods be with you