So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.

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.

We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you.

I'm different, and my manner invites questions. I'm never afraid to answer.

I'm not for amnesty. I've never been for amnesty, will never be for amnesty.

The hard reality is that the omelette has been made and you cannot get your egg back.

You poor, deluded woman...do you believe there is any such thing as love?...You're living an illusion. Do you believe the words of love they whisper in the ears of penniless women like us?

If we truly love God, we will express it by loving our neighbors, and when we truly love our neighbors, it expresses our love for God.

When I retired, I felt that I lived more in that year than I had the previous 27 years of my life.

Being able to engage my creativity in a way that makes a difference inspires me more than anything.

I think it's unworkable. What are we going to have, people like in contentious divorces suddenly claiming that one or the other of them should go to jail because once he or she spanked the child.

Glory is like a circle in the water