Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties

She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.

Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?”He gave a husky laugh. “I think you could probably just tell it to come now and it would.

You told me your mother wants grandchildren.”“My mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain’t ever going to happen.

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

You do know I’m not psychic, right?’Dash looked down at her. ‘Joy...you do know that normal people don’t see ghosts, right?

Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.

I'm very aware we are the first generation ever to have such incredible opportunities to express ourselves publicly to a worldwide audience.

The American political system is like fast food--mushy, insipid, made out of disgusting parts of things...and everybody wants some.

We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.

The harmony of the world is made manifest in Form and Number, and the heart and soul and all the poetry of Natural Philosophy are embodied in the concept of mathematical beauty.

Being an adult means accepting those situations where no action is possible.

Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?

Jesus has very clearly said in the gospel. "Whatever you do, do to the least of my brethren." Clear? That was the work of Jesus.

When you hear my records today hear a vanilla sounding artist with no black inflection, although I was trying to imitate what I heard.