Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where it counts. In 'ere.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

I think your vision gets better as you get older.

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

Becuse God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.