He leaned in for a sniff. 'Smells like a horse's arse! I've got Ian!' -'No sniffing allowed! We never discussed sniffing! I cry foul!' Ian was outraged. 'I'm not giving you a shilling!' -'Give him a shilling! It's not his fault you smell like a horse's arse!

There will always be someone willing to hurt you, put you down, gossip about you, belittle your accomplishments and judge your soul. It is a fact that we all must face. However, if you realize that God is a best friend that stands beside you when others cast stones you will never be afraid, never feel worthless and never feel alone.

How do you live with yourself, Lord Arrogant?” “Very easily, Lady Difficult. I find myself quitecharming.

Why does she have to be such a...Such a...'Go on,' I said. 'The truth is never cussing, Son.'Such a bitch!

People usually will remember people most, for the stupid things they did, than the impressionable ones. This somehow strangely, makes them feel better.

This condemnation of technology is ingratitude, that's what it is. Blind alley, though. If someone's ungrateful and you tell him he's ungrateful, okay, you've called him a name. You haven't solved anything.

Christina flashed a smile. 'I shall ask a million questions of your purply-eyed so that Diana doesn't think about you and Julian or whether you might be at Mr. Rook's.'I'm not sure he's a mister,' Emma said, stifling a yawn. 'I've never heard anyone call him anything but 'hey, Rook' or sometimes 'that bastard.

I don't understand women that call themselves a 'bitch'. It doesn't empower a woman. Rather, it reveals to everyone that you were deeply hurt at one time. Because of the pain your still carrying, you will continue to hurt anyone that reminds you of those moments when you let your guard down and were fooled. Sadly, it sends a clear message to the observant that you are still hurt. If only women would realize that 'we all' have moments of stupidity then they would stop comparing themselves to the masses.

Now if you gentlemen,” she looked at Briec, “and whateveryou are, will excuse me.

What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name.