She gazed toward the marsh that grew thicker, deeper, greener with approaching summer. Mosquitoes whined in there, breeding in the dark water. Alligators slid through it, silent death. It was a place where snakes could slither and bogs could suck the shoe right off your foot. And it was a place, she thought, that went bright and beautiful with the twinkling of fireflies, where wildflowers thrived in the shade and the stingy light. Where an eagle could soar like a king. There was no beauty without risk. No life without it.

It looks like Armani and Cartier went to war.

Body adornments show that we're aware of our bodies and expect others to be aware as well.

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

Aidan to Jude: What's wrong with running away if where you were didn't suit you? Doesn't it follow you're funning to something else? Something that does suit you?

Eve-"In the name of all that is holy...It's 2060, not 1760. Can't they figure out a better way to handle this process?" Roarke-"Amen