Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.

Kiss me now, love me now.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.