You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

I'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation, played out people who understand the rules, leave everyone feeling good and can perk up the bluest mood.