Please let's change subject, as despite the alliteration, I don't think Politics and Puddings go together.

Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers? Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.

When you're conscious of what you're permitting to germinate inside you, the weeds in your life will wither away of their own accord.

I'm talking to a journalist and I really have nothing to say anymore, this is already uncomfortable. I feel the pain coming already. The brutal pain, when one day I should read your edit of whatever I...

It's ridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!

I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure!" the Queen said. "Twopence a week, and jam every other day."Alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, "I don't want you to hire me - and I don't care for...

The executioner's argument was that you couldn't cut of something's head unless there was a trunk to sever it from. He'd never done anything like that in his time of life, and wasn't going to start...

What He really hates is the shit that gets carried out in his name. Wars. Bigotry. Televangelism.- Rufus, Dogma

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder.

The Professor doesn't have a problem being called Dick? If my name was Richard, I'd go by Richard or Rich . . . not Dick. Hell, I'd even settle for being called Chard.

What's with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.""I suspect I am a hooligan.

Listen, I didn't ask for a face and body girls find attractive. But thanks to the mixture of my parents' DNA, I've got them, and I'm not ashamed to use 'em.

You look like a hot tamale.""That's not really a compliment.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did.

A text pops up on the screen. It's from Luis. I can't help but grin when I read his perfectly thought-out message.

Whoa, who was that?Madison Stone, Kiara mutters.Introduce me to her.Why?Because I know it'll annoy the shit out of you.

Sylvia grabs my sleeve. He's a looker.I know. The problem is, he knows it, too.

Luis is right there. I point to the corner of the yard, where my little brother is the centre of attention doing imitations of barnyard animals. I have yet to inform him that talent isn't as much of a...

Ben walks in the room and asks, What were you guys doing? Nikki says Nothing at the same time I say, Your sister and I were just makin' out.

Carlos, are we in complete understanding with each other?""Yeah," I say. "As long as it's not in your house and you don't know about it, you're okay with us messin' around.""I know you're joking with...

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven't done in years- barnyard sounds.

What are you boys doing? she asks, as if we're still little kids messing around.Arguin', Carlos says matter-of-factly.

There's always time for arguin' when you're a Fuentes.

I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out."Oh, please no. Anything except having to listen to her lecture. I push the button that calls the nurse. a voice bellows through the speaker."I'm bein'...

When they're together, the world could fall apart around them and they'd never notice or care as long as they have each other.

Can I request another peer guide, One who isn't so happy to be at school at 7:30 a.m.?

Dios mio, I think my brother lost his balls somewhere between here and Mexico. Or maybe Brittany has them zipped inside that fancy purse {of hers}.

Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.

Humour, if one looks into it, is principally a matter of retrospect.