... friends are such a mixed blessing.

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

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.

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.

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

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!