She blinked against the sting of tears. Fury curled in her stomach. She narrowed her eyes, and slapped him. She gritted out "May you never find satisfaction with another woman.

You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”“Not if you give me everything I want.”“We’ll see.

Holy cow, she'd just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding, Oh shit.

...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.

I'm not like Wolverine, but I can heal fast.

That's the Wildcat I remember.

His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Universe is an empty mirror. World is just the reflection of your thoughts.

Soon, if we are not prudent, millions of people will be watching each other starve to death through expensive television sets

There is hardly a better way to avoid discussion than by releasing an argument from the control of the present and by saying that only the future will reveal its merits.

A cup of tea would restore my normality.

Earth allows several levels for Soul to gain experience in life, including the mineral, plant, fish, animal and human stages.

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.

Don't worry about mistakes. Making things out of mistakes, that's creativity.

Playing a Fender is an art itself. They're always going out of tune.

There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.

You don't make progress by standing on the sidelines, whimpering and complaining. You make progress by implementing ideas.