Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

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

The more one sees of human fate and the more one examines its secret springs of action, the more one is impressed by the strength of unconscious motives and by the limitations of free choice

I think we're going to have some difficulty in front of us. I have absolutely no doubt the next three, four years Europe are going to be at best stagnation. We are preparing for tough times.

I don't shoot kittens with balls of wool. I don't shoot sunsets. What draws me? Ironic, surreal, unexplained, timely moments.

The best motivating is self-motivating. The guy says, "I wish someone would come by and turn me on. "What if they don't show up? You've got to have a better plan for your life."

We believe in enjoying the constitutional privilege and right of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own consciences.

My parents have a wonderful marriage, for many years. But I can't commit myself for such a long time.

The Englishman wants to be recognized as a gentleman, or as some other suitable species of human being; the American wants to be considered a good guy.

The greatness of the human personality begins at the hour of birth.

People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.

I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come.