Coffe Is The Perfume Of Morning.

The God Entered Some Women So Completely That They Became Immortal, Or Very Close To It. Bacchus Was The God Of The Grape, Of Course, So Bars Are Very Interesting To Maenads. In Fact, So Interesting That They Don't Like Other Creatures Of Darkness Becoming Involved. Maenads Consider That The Violence Sparked By The Consumption Of Alcohol Belongs To Them; That's What They Feed Off, Now That No One Formally Worships Their God. And They Are Attracted To Pride.

The Sweetest Part Of Being A Couple Is Sharing Your Life With Someone Else. But My Life, Evidently, Had Not Been Good Enough To Share.

I Had Never Realized A Woman Could Have To Struggle To Keep Her Hands Off A Man, But Here I Was, Digging My Nails Into My Palms, Staring At The Inside Of My Eyelids As Though I Could Maybe See Through Them If I Peered Hard Enough.

Silver, Gold - I Don't Discriminate! I Like Sparkly Things.

I Don't Like Having Feelings," Eric Said Coldly, And He Left. That Was A Tough Exit Line To Top.