You'll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

There has to be a cut-off somewhere between the freedom of expression and a graphically explicit free-for-all.

In fine, a life of good or evil, the hope of Heaven or the despair of Hell, Faustus stands as a reminder that the choice between these two absolutes also falls to us.

An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn't sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn't such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter...with alliteration, no less!