Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

I guess I can't blame him for feeling bitter. Going from being the terror of Bulgarian nights to a janitor would kinda suck

Being dead wasn't supposed to hurt. Where was the fairness in that? If I was dead, the least the universe could do was make it painless

You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren't logical or rational. They don't obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic - you name it) that we do.

You'll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.

Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.

Tasers are a one-size-fits-all paranormal butt-kicking option. Mine’s pink withrhinestones.

Don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.

Never use abstract nouns when concrete ones will do. If you mean “More people died” don’t say “Mortality rose.

Women lose their lives not knowing they can do something different..." from Two or Three Things i Know For Sure

I am compelled into this country.

I am always in touch with my demons: you never know when their assistence is needed.

I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.

You don't have to try, you just have to be.

I'd never won the Stanley Cup so I asked Cournoyer right after the final if this was like winning the Cup. He said, 'This is ten times better.' I believed him.

If you really look at my lyrics, nobody's exempt. Nobody's exempt from observation, criticism or what I think is correction.

Many of our constituents have one option for cable TV and one price. Our constituents desire choice.