We're taking back the night

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren't humanly possible - not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.

Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.

You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons