He returned my smile with a half grin. "So what do you blog about? Knitting? Puzzles? Being lonely?

Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

People tend to look on the beliefs of the past as being primitive and unintelligent, yet we are seeing more truth in the past every day.

You know what they say about boys next door...

Remind me, " he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it.

I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.

Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!""We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.

I'm sure I look like a drowned cat.""You look fine. The wet look works for you."I scowled. "Now I know you're lying.

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are those who are quietly unaware of their effect.

Am I glowing?""Like a Christmas tree.""Not just the star?"The bed moved a little, and I felt his hand brush my arm. "No. You're super bright. It's kind of like looking at the sun.

Indigenous foods die when no one learns to cook them.

I do not have to make the Gospel relevant

Recounting of a life story, a mind thinking aloud leads one inevitably to the consideration of problems which are no longer psychological but spiritual.

Diversity in and of itself is a strong positive.

I'll keep making records until I don't have more ideas for records.

The neo-cons constitute a radical reactionary fringe of the planning spectrum, but the spectrum is narrow.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

You may have tangible wealth untold: Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be I had a Mother who read to me.

There is no society for the prevention of cruelty to women.

The severest critics are always those who have either never attempted, or who have failed in original composition.