Darkphoenix

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
― Emma Lazarus

“Hey, you've still got your endangered hymen. Which means you'll make it to closing credits - I'm s.o.l.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“The police have no leads as yet on the person or persons who painted obscene suggestions on the buildings. One store owner said he was going to leave a dictionary on a public bench so the vandals could at least spell the obscenities correctly.”
― Anne Bishop, Marked in Flesh

“No matter how convoluted my life got, one thing remained consistent- my hair looked like a baby opossum had taken refuge in it, invited some friends over, and thrown a party.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Apollyon