The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed.

Some are nice and some aren't. Some are smart, and others are about as bright as a wet match in a dark cave. In other words, pretty normal.

Haven, don't ask me to define the boundaries of normal. You know how I was raised. My father once struck strands of his own pubic hair onto a painting and sold it for a million dollars.

In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have.

Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

... I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.