We have created a manic world nauseous with the pursuit of material wealth. Many also bear their cross of imagined deprivation, while their fellow human beings remain paralyzed by real poverty. We drown in the thick sweetness of our sensual excess, a...
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young. Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you....
What is your name, my pet?" "Kitty," she replied. DeVere threw back his head with a guffaw. "Kitty? How delightfully apropos!" His erstwhile companions forgotten, he patted a muscular thigh. "Come then, Kitty, my sweet, little puss. Sit on your maste...
...we're wedged tight into the accident of our moment in history.
Obviously life was a mean girl, and she was its bitch.
Girls like well-built boys. Women love well-paid men.
Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.
You picked the wrong girl to dominate, Dracula.
Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.
The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.
All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.
When I was a girl the books I read were by men.
Be careful. He uses that line on all the girls.
Being laughed at is excellent preparation for marriage.
Christmas is a time for families.
I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.
Hey. Sometimes life is a shit flavored Popsicle.
Superfast beings shouldn't piss off the comics geek-girl.
... Hate isn't creative." - Dr. Stillinglfeet, Pg. 247
Where there is murder, anything can happen." - Poirot, Pg. 52
One should be good to oneself. Especially when one is alone.
