Not that I don't appreciate the rescue," Holt said. "But I'm forced to ask, in the interest of self-preservation ... exactly how well armed are you right now?

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.

You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

The greatest religion [dharma] is that we keep everyone pleased.

Life is an offensive directed against the repetitious mechanism of the universe.

People think of me as a mannequin. All show and no substance.

Whatever the nature of dance, it needs no onlooker, not even a single witness.

Our achievements speak for themselves. What we have to keep track of are our failures, discouragements and doubts.

I rode, and I rode, and I rode. I rode like I had never ridden, punishing my body up and down every hill I could find. I rode when no one else would ride.

Internal security means something. It means war against your own population.

All art is probably erotic in its ultimate character, but painting more than anything else is a purely nervous erotic activity.

The wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

The resurrection never becomes a fact of experience until the risen Lord lives in the heart of the believer.