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“But don't we all like to be overpowered, one time or another.”
― Paul Bowles, The Spider's House

“When I think that I'm over you
I'm overpowered

Your date on my data
The chromosomes match
Exact as in matter
A matter of fact

These amourant feelings
A cognitive state
Need the love object
To reciprocate

When I think that I'm over you
I'm overpowered
It's long overdue
I'm overpowered

When I think that I'm over you
I'm overpowered
It's long overdue
I'm overpowered

A chemical reason
If reason's your game
A chemical needing
Is there in the brain

With preprogrammed meanings
Like a little more pep
Alien feelings
We have to accept

When I think that I'm over you
I'm overpowered
It's long overdue
I'm overpowered

When I think that I'm over you
I'm overpowered
It's long overdue
I'm overpowered

As science struggles on to try to explain
Oxytoxins flowing ever into my brain

As science struggles on to try to explain
Oxytoxins flowing ever into my brain”
― Roisin Murphy

“Tenacity runs thick in the veins of a villain.”
― Cheyanne Young, Overpowered

“I suck the blood out of Ben's towel for what feels like hours. I lie down on the floor, the towel hanging from my mouth and spread out across my chest. I'm in bliss. I can't really describe how it feels to have another person's blood in your veins, feeding to your heart, even just a little bit: a human's blood, not a pig's, two legs, upright and elegant, hints of something---of foods and memories and experiences, of birth, of being ill and getting better, of love and grief and fear---in its flavor. I feel huge; I feel like, if I were to stand up and run toward my studio wall, I'd just break through it. Like I could trample on cars and people outside, whole families under one foot, roaring until shop windows shatter. The sun would be drawn to me and would be consumed by my hair, which would grow and grow and then spread across the sky and turn day into night. The ground would quake around me; little moles that had been sleeping would emerge from their holes, and rabbits from their burrows, and I'd pluck them out of the ground like bean shoots and swallow them whole.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“I wiggle my eyebrows. 'Sorry, Evan, I can't make out with you wile the dog is aligning himself with a magnetic field.”
― Cheyanne Young, Overpowered

“I wiggle my eyebrows. 'Sorry, Evan, I can't make out with you while the dog is aligning himself with a magnetic field. ”
― Cheyanne Young, Overpowered

“They really had found a BOSS. Unfortunately, it wast the Fire Witch BOSS, but the Lord Grim BOSS.
The Lord Grim BOSS was very mighty. He could frontally assault, sneak attack, and flank. His mighty aggro range was also extremely large, and he could wander around anywhere. He would automatically find players and start attacking them.”
― Blue Butterfly, The King's Avatar

“I know you're not familiar with what a real restaurant is like, but the front door isn't usually located in the alley," she snapped.
He clicked his tongue before responding. "See, for a moment I was wondering if I'd made a mistake coming here. But I'd hate to miss this witty repartee."
"It's not repartee if I'm the only one with wit." She straightened, like one of those exotic birds she'd seen in an episode of Planet Earth when they wanted to intimidate predators. "Why do you look like an extra from SVU?"
Leo pulled down the hood and took off his sunglasses. "Did you know there are paparazzi outside your restaurant? I'm surprised they're willing to drive this far east." He shook his head to himself. "Why have a restaurant in Silver Lake? It's like the Brooklyn of LA . Shouldn't you be in West Hollywood, where the real money is?"
"If I'd known there was a portal from hell located so close by I would've reconsidered the location." Less than a minute in Leo's presence, and she'd slipped back into insult mode as easily as popping dark chocolate into her mouth. The taste of knocking him down a peg was as sweet as always.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“It's not fair! I wanted to be the master halfling thrower!" Steve complained.
Suddenly the air distorted and Steve was thrown over the wall, falling down the inner castle wall.
Dave coughed and put a card down as there was a loud metal on stone impact.
"I'm okay!" Steve yelled back up.
"Seems like these floors are getting slippery," Lox commented.
"Very slippery. One might fall once or twice on them," Gurren agreed.
"Dave," Deia said with a low voice, looking to her husband, who looked like a paragon of virtue.
"Those falls are dangerous," Dave said.
"Yes, I hope they don't happen again," Deia said.”
― Michael Chatfield

“I will always be, with or without mysticism, local and submissive, a servant of my feelings and of the moments when they occur.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet