If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep.

You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones

Simon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.

Jace suggested that the cast of "Gilligan's Island" could go do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.

Will looking after her, sighed.not for her, he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, for me.... And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.

His eyes went soft and silver as she spoke. “Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de,” he whispered. She understood it. In all the world, you are what I love the most.

I’m from New Jersey. I was born in toxic sludge.