Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

I’m thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we’re free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other … yo...

In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies...but the silence of our friends.- Martin Luther King, Jr.

I'm not a vegetarian! I'm a dessertarian!

I would try being friends with her, but she's too busy being a smartass.Now you know how the rest of us feel, Jim said.

I want nothing more than to climb between the silk sheets and wrap our nude bodies around one another. I want to hold and be held. Sex is a wondrous thing, but tonight I wish to be comforted more than...

I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons migh...

I commit her to memory. When I'm alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he's ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but the feveris...

I am bold to Say that neither you nor I, will live to See the Course which 'the Wonders of the Times' will take. Many Years, and perhaps Centuries must pass, before the current will acquire a Settled...

Had Volcker never pushed through his radical change in policy, the world would be many bond traders and one memoir the poorer.

Gillie was grinning at the boy's indignant anger. He put a hand on the pages shoulder and looked coldly at Augusta. Do you call my page a liar, old woman? And who are you to speak of this lady as your...

For one moment, she stood stock-still, drinking in the simple beauty of the marble fountain, the base of its pedestal wreathed in delicate fronds, that stood, glowing lambently in the soft white light...

Darlin', old don't mean dead.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art...

Brianna olhou para seu relógio, ainda surpresa em vê-lo ali. Ainda faltava meia hora. Se pudessem evitar derramamento de sangue até...Um grito lancinante vindo de cima e ela fez uma careta. A ajudante...

Ask me again, once we defeat Gaea.

As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

In the 20th century alone, there have been 1,600 books about the circus. My adding one more would be superfluous unless I do something totally new and different.

Everybody should be interested in access to primary and secondary education for everybody.

Farmers' markets are one of my favourite sources for Christmas goodies.