Good things come to those who wait.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. "They're straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won't die."

It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

People are sheep. TV is the shepherd.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.

The laws governed people's happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.