People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.

Everything is randomly connected.

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

Just once I’d like to meet a fella who isn’t a phony. Somebody who doesn’t wanna buy me a fur so he can show me off to his boys.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.

I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.