You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen

Since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a hot plate in my bedroom, a microwave, and a small fridge. That’s the kind of kitchen I know how to get around in.

My philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in my book.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.