chick-lit

Men are like beer. Some are bold and some are smooth. But every damn one of 'em has a big-ass head full of air.

He who laughs loudest has a high probability of being extremely inebriated.

He's an undersized pissant with delusions of adequacy.

There isn't much a pan of warm Brownies and a glass of milk will fix. In less it's low grain prices. Or poverty. Or the national debt. I guess there are a few things, but nothing you have to worry about right this minute.

Sex is all right, but a hot fudge sundae don't never ask if the baby's really his.

Expect stupid. It's everywhere.

The trouble with insanity is it can flare up at the most inconvenient moments.

A friend is someone who will bike to the ice cream shop with you, even when you don't look so good.

Taxes for people with too much damned time on their hands.

If men were necessary in the procreation process, they'd have gone the way of the dodo bird long ago.

Analyzing dreams is much like walking on water. There are a limited number of people who do it well.

Maybe knowledge is power, but it's damned hard to think a burglar to death.

I'd love to go out with you, but I'd hate to deprive some village of its idiot.

Booze and boys, ain't nothing in the universe that'll make a girl stupid faster.

Veni, vidi, vici. That was easy for Julius Caesar to say; he crossed Italy in a chariot, not on a stupid bike." - Vivia

Looks like my superpowers don__ come with automatic manicures, thank heaven. I hate long nails.

I am the Merlin, bane of the Vale, terror of the four lands. I am chaos and shadows, the last of my people.

Between dainty bites, she told Amie, 'Oh, you simply are as darling a creature as Henry described! I had no idea of your being so grown up! Henry, she is positively frazzleging!' Amie deepened her smile, saying, 'And I had no idea you would be so pretty either, madam.