I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

You don't know how easy death is. It's - it's like a door. A person simply walks through it, and she's lost to you forever.

Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.

Here, drink your liqueur," Henry said, tossing back her drink. "I carry it with me everywhere because it's the only kind of drink that Leo doesn't like, so there's a chance I'll still have some tomorrow.

Oh, I have felt lust. And I've indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

One more time, she promised herself. That wasn't too trollopy. She wouldn't be too trollopy. But when they actually got to the guardhouse? Trollopy.