Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.

My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

I change the world, the world changes me.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.