Why, so you can charm my panties off again?

When you don't know what you're doing, fake it.

Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

A conclusion is the place you get to when you’re tired of thinking.

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

Live as big as you can, with what you've got.

The purpose of Karate is to guide you out of trouble by any means necessary, both in actual combat and in life

It is important to continue working toward creating the archetype of the self-rescuing princess, empowering girls through depictions of women in STEM.

We should be worried about protecting the homeland. I think that policy is changing, should change and will change.

At first blush I am tempted to conclude that a satisfactory hobby must be in large degree useless, inefficient, laborious, or irrelevant.

We only learn to behave ourselves in the presence of God.

We have to free half of the human race, the women, so that they can help free the other half.

It's okay to be messed up, because there are five other dudes who are just as messed up as you.

Live your life to the fullest; and then, and only then, die. Don't leave any unlived life behind.

The Church is not a political power, nor a political party, but rather a moral reality, a moral force.

Only the inner vision of God, only the God-blindedness of unreservedly dedicated souls, only the utterly humble ones can bow and break the raging pride of a power-mad world.