He had touched her. Bare skin to bare skin. She needed a bleach wipe. She would absolutely use a bleach wipe on her leg. Even if it ate her flesh off.

You can cower, ” she told them in a clear voice, wrapping her long shaking fingers around the cold iron bars. “But I will stand.

My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905

They don’t teach kidnapping at Eton, dad

If you haven't proclaimed it in your own life, do it now. Say, "I am an artist.

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right but our country right or wrong.

Hope is delicate suffering.

I find that, in general, the amount of sharing men do with each other in one year is about the same as what I share with my female friends while we wait for our cars at the valet.

Fish," the old man said. "Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?

I hope that you have re-read the Constitution of the United States in these past few weeks. Like the Bible, it ought to be read again and again.

O medo corta mais profundamente do que as espadas.

The world depends upon the small beating in your heart.

A restaurant is a fantasy-a kind of living fantasy in which diners are the most important members of the cast.

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.