I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?

I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

I've missed you, Ella May

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

Always ask for the truth. Just make sure the time is right.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?" "Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.