After all, it's not every day a woman is given a kingdom of dreams.
We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.
Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery
How am I doing so far?" she asked, forcing a cheerful lightness into her voice. "You're doing very well," Nick's lazy voice mocked. "I'm half convinced that I'm invisible.
Love can't be forced into existence,(...)It won't come simply because you will it to happen
Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart