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

You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.

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

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

Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).