The laws governed people's happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. "They're straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won't die."

When our emotional health is in a bad state, so is our level of self-esteem. We have to slow down and deal with what is troubling us, so that we can enjoy the simple joy of being happy and at peace with ourselves.

He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.

Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.