Interesting shade #23 Lush Golden Blonde highlights. Heyyyyyy.... The woman in the awful suit was me! The woman in the cheap shoes was me!

I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.

Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

You can’t live outside the manual of your manufacturer and perform the function He created you for. God’s word is His manual

We have what we seek. It is there all the time and if we give it time it will make itself known to us.

Once you realize that a certain kind of food makes you sick, would you carry on eating that food and keep on asserting that it's okay to be sick?

Every manoeuvre must be the development of a scheme; it must aim at a goal.

Activating oxygen can produce compounds called radicals that put oxidative stress on cells. Such stress could ultimately lead to cancer and other diseases.

If you love me as you say you do,' she whispered, 'make it so that I am at peace.

The first spiritual quality we need to have is not faith; it is courage.

Besides, you don't work for a dollar - you work to create and have fun.

I'm the kind of person, if, if I have a day that is nerve-wracking, or my week has been bad or something's going down, I won't eat. Some people eat, I don't eat. And it shows in my physical frame.

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?