She scooted up tighter and kissed him, hearing the stomp and rhythm of lust pulse in her blood. A rhythm as primitive as time.

She kissed him tonight, just like she had the first time twelve years ago, with everything she had.

stick to truth and we shall succeed, may be slowly, but surely.

There you go. That ego of yours getting in the way, " I teased."Of what?""The perfect package."He snorted. "Let me tell you, I have the perfect--""Don't be gross.

Laws of Nature are God's thoughts thinking themselves out in the orbs and the tides.

Er, I say, are you going to be able to get me out?

Would you mind getting off that fly paper and giving the flies a chance?" "Ahhh, you can't trick me! Flies don't read papers!

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

I like Kurt Cobain. [He] is like my dream boyfriend.

None can be free who is a slave to, and ruled by, his passions.

Feedback often tells you more about the person who is giving it than about you.