They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.

You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.

Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

The potential of the average person is like a huge ocean unsailed, anew continent unexplored, a world of possibilities waiting to bereleased and channeled toward some great good.

Everyone knows that how to love, But every relationship do not come out as romeo and Juliet.

How do you live out God’s plan for your life? By living God’s way one day at a time.

Your most precious asset is your right thinking!

No breeder is above catering to intelligent praise of his dog.

Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

For every day the government is shut down, it should be that we don't have to pay income tax that day because they're not working.

I have trouble with any kind of focus or concentrating, or getting anything done at all, really.

I'm pretty much the same. I'm consistent. There aren't two mes. There is only one me. I can only be myself, and that's who I always am whether I'm at home or on the carpet.

As a fashion designer, I was always aware that I was not an artist, because I was creating something that was made to be sold, marketed, used, and ultimately discarded.