Amanda

“He felt Death reaching out to him. But all of a sudden there was something else, too: words. Words that relieved the pain, cooled his brow, and spoke of love, nothing but love... It was his daughter's voice, and the White Women withdrew their pale hands as if they had burned themselves on her love.”
― Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

“And here she was now, over those boulders and parched hills, with a home of her own, a husband of her own, heading toward on final, cherished province: Motherhood. How delectable it was to think of this baby, her baby, their baby. How glorious it was to know that her love for it already dwarfed anything she had ever felt as a human being, to know that there was no need any longer for pebble games.”
― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

“I'll tell you a little secret about the Blues: it's not enough to know which notes to play, you have to know why they need to be played.”
― George Carlin, Napalm & Silly Putty

“Griddle cakes, pancakes, hot cakes, flapjacks: why are there four names for grilled batter and only one word for love?”
― George Carlin, Napalm & Silly Putty