The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."

What --- you don't believe in true love?" Petra asked. "The kind that can then be parlayed into awesome merchandising opportunities?" - "Beauty Queens

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.

Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

Live life as if today is your last day living. :-)