He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.

Love is too precious to be ashamed of.

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.

What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but what happens in New Orleans, goes home with you.

She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have their pain gone. It's the lure of cults: the promise of a good family; it's what people think love is, but love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.