And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

Let me be the ring leader in your guilt gang-bang.

I am the cause of all my upsets. I am my worst enemy.

I'm never going to have to work. None of my descendants are ever going to have to work; this is going to make me so much money. It was such a letdown when I realized that wasn't my invention.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.