“I don’t need designer things. And YOU are designer, Rush.”

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.” Shrugging, I returned her smile. “They’re heard to resist.” “Don’t I know it.”

Things happen in life and you can’t control them. It sucks and you have to move on.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

Sometimes the answer we need is in our heart. We just have to listen to it.

I ain’t the only old woman looking. I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it. The others just hire the boy to cut their grass so they can sit at the window and drool.

It didn’t mean forever but for right now I wanted Rush to be my first. He wouldn’t be my last. A stop I might never forget or get over. That was what scared me the most. Not being able to move on.

You’re with me, Sadie. When you’re off the clock, you’re not my employee. You’re my.. Air.” I frowned at him. “Your air?” He grinned. “Well, girlfriend seems to be a shallow word for what I feel for you.

Good because I want you too. Now. Forever. Just you

I never imagined anyone like you, Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you, I’m humbled that you chose me.

A small laugh startled me and I looked over to see her actually smiling. Making her do that more often was a new goal.

I’m trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You’re in my tent

When I’m with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

He stopped and looked back at me “I love you too Pagan. I’ll miss you. In every life.

Ngila Dixon is such an incredible costume designer. She’s such a cool, stylish woman. She has such an understanding of character.

I don’t like to spend a lot of money on designer clothes, but I do like to look good.

A designer is an emerging synthesis of artist, inventor, mechanic, objective economist and evolutionary strategist.

Designer clothes worn by children are like snowsuits worn by adults. Few can carry it off successfully.

The flip side of the coin was that even good programmers and language designers tended to do terrible extensions when they were in the heat of programming, because design is something that is best done slowly and carefully.

If your persona has goals and the product has magical powers to meet them, how simple could the interaction be? This kind of thinking is useful to help designers look outside the box.

My favorite designer is Christian Lacroix, not just because his clothes are amazing and I love them, but because he’s so nice.

And it is the designer’s task with the help of this black to capture space.