I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.

Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day.

You might be afraid of the dark, but the dark is not afraid of you. That’s why the dark is always close by.

I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.

But just suddenly I really, really needed to see you again right that minute, that night.

The trouble with talking about irony is, it's such a slippery thing that the second you start talking about it, you're a better example of it than you are an analyst.