today is a day for quotes

"Where have you been? You should have been dressed by now."
"I have to talk to you, Ranec."
"We don't have time to talk," he said, with a frantic look in his eye.
"I'm sorry, Ranec. We have to talk. Some place where we can be alone."
He could only acquiesce. Ayla went into the tent first, and took something from her pack. They walked down the slope towards the river, then along its bank. Finally, Ayla stopped, reached inside her tunic, and pulled our the carving of a woman transcending into her spiritual bird form, the muta that Ranec had carved for her.
"I have to give this back to you, Ranec," Ayla said, holding it out to him.
Ranec jumped back, as though he had been burned. "What do you mean? You can't give that back! You need it to make a hearth. You need it for our Matrimonial," he said, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.
"That's why I have to give it back. I can't make a hearth with you. I'm leaving."
"Leaving? You can't leave, Ayla. You Promised. Everything's arranged. The Matrimonial is tonight. You said you would join with me. I love you, Ayla. Don't you understand, I love you." The panic rose in Ranec's voice with each statement.
"I know," Ayla said softly. The shock and pain in his eyes hurt her. "I Promised, and everything is arranged. But I have to leave."
"But why? Why now, all of a sudden?" Ranec asked, his voice high-pitched, almost strangled.




Let me know pretty baby
Is he doin' you right?
You might need somebody
new in your life
Somebody who is your type
Call me up, anytime
It could be the two in the night
On hind sight
You can call whenever you like

Shit, Moma, you're all
the freak I need,
I'm gonna bring the
alcohol and weed
Enough to cover every
night this week
The way I see, I don't
care about your man,
He don't need to know me

Besides, he ain't right,
Look, he treats you wrong
All I wanna do is help you
Get your freaking on
And we clicked right away
We wasn't speakin long
So kick your man to the curb
Where he belongs, uh






I've got your picture of me and you
You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too"
I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do
Oh it's in color Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of you all round my cell
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down
And turning in and turning 'round





and one last one. found this on a forum, some guy;s signature, and its strangely amusing.
Women are scary. Anything that can bleed for a week and not die must be in league with the devil.