Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

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.

The person I am today would like to thank the person I was 5 years ago for not giving up. You're awesome!

God determines the path of every man.

Ah, Senor Zhang, " Leo said, "you know how you're always saying, 'Leo, you are the only true genius among demigods'?""I'm pretty sure I never said that.

No author is a man of genius to his publisher.

Passionate grave thought, belief enhanced, ritual returned and magic.

All I need is a camera and I'll make things happen

They say my prints are bad, darling they should see my negatives

Imagine a school with children that can read or write, but with teachers who cannot, and you have a metaphor of the Information Age in which we live.

Everything that occupies space has form. The formless can only be infinite.

We tend to put poems into factions. And it restricts our reading.