All Men Love To Talk About Themselves,

Pretend Hard Enough And Maybe It Will Go Away.

I Hate Women Who Complain About Being Fat When They're Like A Size 5. Anything Under Size 5 Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.

I Always Treated Writing As A Profession, Never As A Hobby. If You Don't Believe In Yourself, No One Else Will.

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.

When You Dance With The Devil, It Might As Well Be A Devil Who Can Give You Your Own Corner Of Hell To Rule.