Chloe?" "Yeah?" "I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away.

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.

I discovered, however, in the early days of our marriage that, in having her way, she put my interests ahead of her own.

When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer. The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in darkness.

Let's face it -- if I could scrap in a full-length bodysuit, I would.

Every hip-hop artist I have worked with has a respect for higher power, whether that's church, Allah, or any sort of higher being - they all have a humbleness.

We need to create the beauty and the quality first. The quantity will follow.

The scent changes the way you feel about yourself, the energy, and the aura you emit, but also directly changes the way others respond to you.

As often happens between men who have chosen different pursuits, each, while in argument justifying the other's activity, despised it in the depth of his heart.

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

What happened to us in September, 2001, is a microcosmic but painful and powerful example of the fact we live in an inter-dependent world that is not yet an integrated global community.