Remember," he called. "Just be yourself, and everyone will love you!" Nick rolled his eyes and made a rude gesture, and Alan drove the car away laughing.

Real life is sometimes boring, rarely conclusive and boy, does the dialogue need work.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.

Wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.

Which brings us to the least sexy word in the English language, kids," Dad said, kicking back in his chair. "Inbreeding. Avoid it.

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

Technically speaking, you drive like a rabid chicken who has hijacked a tractor.

I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.

Jared glared. Some people, Kami knew, had bedroom eyes. She was saddened to have to admit that Jared had filthy alleyway eyes.

Alan: Conning people out of their savings. Forgery. Blackmail. Selling real estate on Mars. We could have it all. You with me, Bambi?" Sin: "Clive, I was with you from 'I'm a social worker.

I have yet to see Satan overcome a truly joyful Christian.

I accepted what the Sisters taught in religion class: that God is loving, merciful, charitable, forgiving. That message didn't jibe with adults smacking kids.

I went to the University of Minnesota, and I met this amazing artist named Cameron Boothe there who was in World War I, who studied with Hans Hoffman in Munich.

Relationships are like traffic lights. And I just have this theory that I can only exist in a relationship if it's a green light.

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.

We can not fight for our rights and our history as well as future until we are armed with weapons of criticism and dedicated consciousness.

To explore the whole sphere of the modern soul, to have sat in every nook- my ambition, my torture, and my happiness

[Macbeth] is historically set in a place depicted by Shakespeare as brutal and violent, incredibly superstitious, and that's something that I do believe is Scottish.

No one was going to stop me from writing and no one had to really guide me towards science fiction. It was natural, really, that I would take that interest.

Christ instructs us to stand up bravely for our beliefs... He asks us to let our lights shine.