What could thunderbirds want with us?" I wondered aloud [...] "We'll find out when Big Bird wakes up," Marc said. My father shook his head. "We'll find out now. Wake him up and make him sing.

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.

The battle for our lives, and the lives of our children, our husbands, our friends, our families, & our nation, is waged on our knees.

One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.

I think my life will always be worth living, though I don't imagine it being very easy.

There's this crazy thinking that style guarantees truth. You go out with a hand-held camera, use available light, and somehow the truth emerges.

I'm off at least three or four days a week, so it's a perfect job, really.

It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it, it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.

I am very privileged and honored when someone chooses to read a book, especially a book of mine.

I'll have those n**gers voting Democratic for the next 200 years.

Sentences can save us. Who could ask for anything more?

As iron put into the fire loseth its rust and becometh clearly red-hot, so he that wholly turneth himself unto God puts off all slothfulness, and is transformed into a new man.