Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.

You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!

Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way." I...had no words for that.

He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.

By the way, only a real man can accept his feminine side." "I don't know who fed you that line of garbage, but I can promise she's laughing at you right now.

I'm Not a Gynecologist, but I'll take a Look.

I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.

I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.

I can't promise we'll ever use you for a hasty getaway," Cole said, "but with a little work, you might be able to race my grandmother-while she's on her scooter.

I have not drawn a very rosy picture of the magician. I did not intend to do so. To the novice entering the life and promising himself ease, indolence, and wealth, I should say, Don't!

Even in the worst tragedies and crisis, there’s no reason to add to everyone’s misery by looking miserable yourself.

Have to sow excellent seeds to have an excellent life. Must start with sowing excellent thoughts.

For me, there's never any bad blood - unless you do something to me.

While our nation faces many challenges that must be met regarding homeland security and our military readiness, it is imperative that we live within our means and wisely spend taxpayer dollars.

I would like Taeyeon unnie to be the leader, but like Hyoyeon unnie said, I think shes carrying a lot of burdens by being in that position. So, Ill just leave it to the unnies.

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.

Everyone goes to the forest; some go for a walk to be inspired, and others go to cut down the trees.

If my serenade of song and story should serve as a pillow for some composer's head, as yet perhaps unborn, to dream and build on our fond melodies in his tomorrow, I have not labored in vain.

Losing's a great motivator.