You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.

I thought you hung the moon.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.

Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.