You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.

Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

I noticed you right away." She gave me an approving look. "I like quiet, polite men. And men who wear Hugo Boss. I was hoping you weren't gay. Or that you were only half-gay. Like Paul." "Uh...sorry," I said. "It's pretty much full-time now. The pay's not great, but the perks...

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?

Do you still do the clubs?” Jake shakes his head. “You do the clubs because you can’t find what you need at home. I’ve got everything I need. I’ve got the answer to needs I didn’t even know I had.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

I hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.