Wow, girlfriend, you're incompatible with life! And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.

It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting

There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat.

I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!