Favorite Line You've Ever Written

"Please tell me you secretly have a car, and Ashton Kutcher is going to jump out and yell 'Punk'd!'"

"Andrew Boulevard stole my first kiss! No, Andy did."
(I don't know why, but I love this line so much.)

But, the one thing that makes it even more wonderful, this is reality. Scary. Surreal. Fucking amazing. Reality.

All from Dirt Tracks

And my favorite stanza from a poem:

The life is gone,
The blood runs cold,
Their time is done,
Their soul is sold

Blood Drop

This is a great question. These are the few lines I'm very proud of, and the ones that my readers also made comments about, saying it was their favourite line, too:
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But as she gazed up into the face of the stranger above her, she knew that this was no dream – no, it was the beginning of her own personal nightmare.
From: Hush, Hush.

These thoughts were what helped Anita to get to sleep at night; but although her nightmare ended long ago, her dreams of the past – of what he had done to her as a child – had not.
From: Hush, Hush.

He loved her smile; her full pink lips. He loved her laugh; deep and throaty. He loved her thoughts and views on things; how frequently and openly she expressed them. He loved her body; the smell of her hair; the sensitive area on the nape of her neck where he often kissed her and she shivered. But most of all, he loved the way she tasted.
From: Weekend Getaway.

"..when it was over I knew why I would return again and again through the sea of years. The open ocean lay beneath the heavens and always had done. Beneath a summer moon a glimpse of myself in heed of her breast again, but my eyes fill with dust and the vision slips, an illusion of the mind. It would keep me at bay to board the straits of yearning another time."
- Houses of the Holy.

“Mama said I was stuck like a Tuck. That’s what she called it.” from Bridging the Gap

I have a few, all from one of my stories, Forget the Past, Embrace the Future

"And then my heart, which had been pounding minutes before at the mere thought of him, sank slowly to the pit of my stomach, where it was eaten up by whatever bottom dwelling creatures live there."

"His right arm hung loosely over the guitar, though his hand still hovered over the quivering strings. "

"The top of the sun’s curve was slowly melting, leaving the sky splashed with various shades of pink, purple, and orange."

Looking up at the his friend who nodded, he sighed with a deep sadness. “So, I shouldn’t go next week, huh?” Silence gave him the answer he was hoping he would not get.
- How It Should Be

She loved this man, much more than she loved the drugs.

“I wanna be new again,” she said, muffled into his neck, and he soothingly shushed her, calming her down as he cooed into her ear.
- Luck to Change

It’s hard to believe that there’s more to her than a fleeting shadow that floats past thin drapes and tugs lightly on the velvet rope to let a sliver of sunlight break into her dingy room.
-Strangers.

It seems to make my skin burn; though only dim, it pricks like a needle through the beading layer of morning dew on my arms.
-Morning Glory.

He found it strange, how just the movement of a tiny red piece of plastic could be the difference between life and death. Between love and hate. Between him and William.
- Winter Passing.

“I know. Michael told me. But does it really matter? I like you and you like me. Let’s just run with it while we have it.” Spencer replied.
- Good Boys Go Bad.

From Captive:

"Think of it this way, Renwick. Shit like this doesn't happen every day. Be grateful you're a part of history." - Parker Bullman

I have another one! I just re-discovered this in my story New York Minute :)

One side was filled with articles from back then, a stuffed animal here and there, photographs meticulously organized, a silver Sharpie laying in its package unopened, resting eternally in its plastic coffin.

Bitter words fall from his alcohol soaked mouth as he latches onto Chafie’s t-shirt, forces her to stand and rips it free of her body with one hand.

“You deserve this Chafie Rose, after all you’ve fucking put me through, you killed your mama. Good girls don’t do that, ya’ hear? So, if you aint a good girl, you must be a bad one. What do bad girls get Chafie Rose?”

“This is your fault girl, you just remember that. I wouldn’t need you for this if your mama was still alive. This is your duty, you owe this to me for what you did to her. You understand? I’m gonna take it Chafie, I’m gonna take it and there’s nothing you can do about it. No one can help you, no one ever will. You’ll remember me long after I’m gone girl, you’ll remember you belong to me.”

She doesn’t want to remember this, she doesn’t want to remember him, or anything about her mama. Chafie Rose doesn’t want to remember anything.

all of those from an unposted short OF called Good Girls Don't Do That.

I doubt anyone would see why I like these, but:
"Stupid questionably gay terrorist" from A Teenage Girl And A Terrorist.
"You realize you could’ve just hit him over the head with a frying pan, right?” from A Mirror And A Rose
The other is actually a conversation, but still.
“JAYLYN!! TURN THE BLOODY LIGHTS BACK ON!! HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO TURN THEM OFF IN THE FIRST PLACE?!”
“WON’T TILL YOU TELL ME!!”
(. . .) “HE WON’T TELL ME IF HE WEARS BOXERS OR BREIFS!!”
“THAT’S PRIVATE INFORMATION!”
(. . .) “FINE. I WEAR BOXERS."
-stunned silence-
“WHAT COLOR?!”
“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” from A Teeenage Girl And A Terrorist

Ha! They make me giggle everytime.

His hand touches Kai’s cheek, and Kai’s eyes flicker closed as he presses his face into the bassist’s palm.

Kiro smiles and he knows that Kai is giving him permission.

"Calloused fingers roamed free under the folds of stifling denim, trailing teasingly over the tender skin beneath. Sweatshirts were darkened into obsidian, caught up in the dark frenzy of the sweltering heat."

"Cerulean locked with topaz; two pairs of glowing orbs each filled to the brim with unrepentant, chaotic impatience."

Both are from Vanilla Twist. :)

"We always thought we were enough to keep her alive, but we weren’t even enough to bring her back."

-From Smile

"It caught me then that a person never really knows how loved they are until they are watching from above, looking down on their funeral."

-From Perfectly Disastrous

Ryan sat on the chair overlooking the window, half-remembering the feeling of a long forgotten dream.

From an unposted story called Blue Veins.

"...But after seeing the way Jared looked at her, I could see her as more than that. She was a sun in his dreary town, where vampires lived down the road. She was the thick foundation that held up his entire being; that kept him above water in a raging storm at sea. And, what impressed me even more than Jared and Kim's love for each other was the fact that I was the sun, the foundation, for Jacob."
From Those Three Words.
That particular chapter isn't posted yet, but I just read it.

You were... an Alaska in my life. A place that I could breathe in biting cold air and feel reborn. This place.. this place that I'm in now is like God's forest. Surrounded by tall white birch trees in a strange, soft white glow, always looking forward for that one moment that never comes. It's hopeless though. Not like death or a sad story on the news...but when you feel like you'll live forever. Echoing down the centuries, witnessing life defined. No death. It's always, always ahead.

This was even in a story, not the exact variation of it. This is part of a letter I wrote.

"And I remember the promise she’d made in apology of not making it, that she’d watch over me like the angel she’d promised me she’d always be, the way I told her I would never forget anything about her, and how I held on to the vows all year long."

-- I Remember Fall.

"There were a million things I still wanted to tell her, as well as those that I still longed to hear from her. But fate just seemed to have its back on me, for the next thing I knew, her lines had just gone flat."

-- Letting Go.

"Have you ever had to do this? No! And you’ll never have to! I trusted you when I told you what was happening, I thought I could count on you to help me! But no,” she shook her head violently, “no!"

and

What would happen when the wind finally stopped?
Both are from the book I'm writing which is currently called Past.