My ex—may he soon discover tiny worms have invaded his body and are slowly eating him alive—once told me God made men so perfect because He'd wanted to make up for the inadequacies of women.

You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!

Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way." I...had no words for that.

He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.

By the way, only a real man can accept his feminine side." "I don't know who fed you that line of garbage, but I can promise she's laughing at you right now.

I'm Not a Gynecologist, but I'll take a Look.

I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.

I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.

I can't promise we'll ever use you for a hasty getaway," Cole said, "but with a little work, you might be able to race my grandmother-while she's on her scooter.

Like so many substantial citizens of America, he had married young and kept on marrying, springing from blonde to blonde like the chamois of the Alps leaping from crag to crag.

Whatever you think again and again affects your feelings and is impressed upon subconscious mind and becomes a part of your personality.

The future condition of the conquered power depends on the will of the conquerer.

Not only our future economic soundness but the very soundness of our democratic institutions depends on the determination of our government to give employment to idle men.

We know that nature is described by the best of all possible mathematics because God created it.

Brain: an apparatus with which we think that we think. Mind, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain.

Clary,” Jocelyn said. “I want you to meet Tessa Gray.

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.

The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.

I don't find glamour and clothing relevant.