All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.

Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't drunk." You aren't standing up." he point out. You are.

He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.

The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.

Any piece of good music is in essence a love song.