The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that's a little scary, but it means that hints can't be bad or hard forever.

I predict a long reign ahead of you. Years of being referred to as Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Excellence, My Liege, My Queen, My Lovely.” “I don’t think that last one is a formal title,” I said. “It should be.

So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?" "Like what?" "I don't know. What do you like to do?" "Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast." "That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast." "That works out, doesn't it?

I still have the same friends I've had for the last 15 or 20 years.

Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don't know the meaning of life