Tragedy is the difference between what is and what could have been.
Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?
He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep. " "I only did it once. " "Once was weird enough, thank you.
What do you do to your hair?" "Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil. " "Ever thought of patenting the recipe?" "No.
He referred to you as his little snack. " "He's a sweetie.
There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.
Nothing is so rash as fear; its counsels very rarely put off, whilst they are always sure to aggravate the evils from which it would fly.
Speak properly, and in as few words as you can, but always plainly; for the end of speech is not ostentation, but to be understood.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
I wasn't a sex symbol, I was a sex zombie.