My heart starts to pound as he gets closer and closer to the stands, never taking his eyes off me.

He has the body of a professional athlete, chiseled to perfection in all the right places.

This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.

His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.

He’s letting me see the real him, something he doesn’t allow a lot of people to see.

A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this.

I’m frozen in place as his eyes rake over me.

Cry to Christ!

What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?

The best time to finally be and do what you want could be the worst time to be and do what you want. So if now is the worst time for you, this may be your best chance.

Do what you love the money will follow.

God must have loved Afghans because he made them so beautiful.

It's amazing how many people you see on TV. I did my first television show a month ago, and the next day five million television sets were sold. The people who couldn't sell theirs threw them away.

Generosity is also an act of freedom, a casting off of the constraints of prudence and self-interest.

Don't incriminate yourself. You got the Twitter. I hate twitter. It should be some exclusivity.

How, given the canine teeth and close-set eyes that declare the human animal to be a predator, had we come up with the notion that oat bran is more natural to eat than chicken?

Few things loves better Than to abhor himself.