I married a damned cereal killer.
When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
Anything worth having is worth fighting for.
What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?
If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.
It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong.
I happen to be immature, undisciplined, and self-centered, pretty much a little boy in a man’s body, although I’d appreciate it if you didn’t quote me on that. -Bobby Tom.
Did anybody tell you that you’re a few french fries short of a Happy Meal?
Just out of curiosity, sweetheart; did you ever talk to your doctor about givin’ you some tranquilizers?
When he overheard the boys whispering that he was a queer, he said he regarded that as a compliment since so many of the world’s great men had been homosexual. Alas, I’ve been sentenced to a life mundane heterosexuality. I can only hope that a few of you will be more fortunate.