Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you.

Give a girl a boyfriend and she becomes a total expert on relationships

You know you love me. Xoxo, GossipGirl.

the garbage cans and mailboxes on the sidewalk would stay the same, but the people would be just a beautiful blur of motion.

Open the fridge and put My heart on a plate. I'm just as you left me, and I taste even better leftover.

And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell...You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl

You can't make people love you but you can make them fear you

Just because we can't be together doesn't mean I don't love you

Recently my publicist asked me for a college photo, and I realize how chubby I looked. I know this sounds totally shallow, but my advice is don't fall prey to the freshmen fifteen!

Destiny is for losers. It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.

...don't act like I didn't for you. I did. Hard. And for a long time. So please, forgive me if now that we're over, I'm exhausted.

They became actual revolutions instead of mere discussions, complaints and rioting, only after revolutionists had beaten, or won over, the armed forces of the government

Vigorous Scout games are the best form of physical education because most of them bring in moral education.

The freedom of the mind is the beginning of all other freedoms.

You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchief and sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.

Not only then has each man his individual relation to God, but each man has his peculiar relation to God.

The energy of gratitude catapults us into the most profound experiences imaginable.

Literature is the most beautiful of countries

A novel may take anywhere from two to five years to write and, in the end, you might manage a couple of thousand dollars on it, no more.

He [John Hampden] knew that the essence of war is violence, and that moderation in war is imbecility.

Lust comes creeping through the night to feed on hearts of suburban wives who learned to pretend when they met their dreams end.