Sneak out." He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?

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.

I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.

No, there was nothing unusual in any of these dreams as dreams. They were merely displaced in Time.

Let him become a fool, that he may become wise.

Honor, " she said, "is the coin that stays in your pocket when all your silver has been spent.

Making money from money is like aerobatics.

I don't enjoy the work that I do. It's just that it's not self-sustaining anymore. The way that I like to make records - they're expensive records to make and just can't afford to do it anymore.

Some people think, Swami calls himself a powerful magnet, but He is unable to attract us. The fault lies in them only.

I have tried to make sure I knew the law and what the most recent changes were, and I've applied the law to the facts. I have not lost sleep over the decisions I have made.

The surface of the Earth itself is an immense loom upon which the sun weaves the fabric of existence.

The speech of one who knows what he is talking about and means what he says-it is thought on fire.