Loretta started belting out a song: “Row, row, row your boat, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G !

It was going to be our job to annoy someone?” “I know—it’s a dream come true!

After an hour the score was: Quancita—34 Radiz—51 Sally—froglegs Perla—9 a

Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “Good, ” she said, “because if you fall off a skyscraper, I’ll be so mad at you.

Are you . . . lost?” “Not really, ” she told him. “We just don’t know where we’re going.

What are you doing?” I asked Loretta. “Stabbing a cushion, ” she told me.

Keep moving!” “Bea’s arguing with the floor.

We’re alive!” Swedish told her. “I did not see that coming.

Did Cap’n Vidious leave that? He is such a cuddlebunny.” “Yeah, ” I said, “that’s exactly how I’d describe him.

Did you just call me ‘sweetie’?” I asked. She shoved my shoulder. “No.

Now you’re listening to Swedish ?” I asked her. “He thinks I’m the Compass because every time I see ticktocks, I happen to be there!

By being in harmony with your environment you are able to control more precisely what happens.

In high school, I once sang 'Let's Get It On' and 'Brown Sugar' with a band that included my English teacher and my math teacher.

I'm always on a red carpet . . . the other day I thought, this ain't bad. You can meet people on it.

It's art that's taught me to think and to write.

I'm not imagining me being the James Bond girl, because anyway I don't have the good maturation.

You may proclaim, good sirs, your fine philosophy But till you feed us, right and wrong can wait!

It is abnormal for a Christian not to have an appetite for the impossible. It has been written into our spiritual DNA to hunger for the impossibilities around us to bow at the name of Jesus.

When meditating, do not expect something to happen. Otherwise, you are meditating on your expectation, and you are not doing the Meditation itself.

The elements were "seeking" each other in rage and confusion, and in the fury of the conflict boastful man was utterly humiliated, sucked down, drowned.

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?