He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.

It was a train wreck happening right in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it, except that not only was I watching, I was also the train.

I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.

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.

If I listened to your advice, I'd be making your mistakes instead of my own.

It's difficult for most of us to be completely honest with ourselves - we hate to admit how vulnerable or needful we are.

What are you going to call the place?" "I haven't decided yet. Carrington wants to call it Clippety-Do-Da or Hairway to Heaven . . . but I told her we have to be a little bit classier." "Julius Scissors," I suggested. "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow," Jack joined in. Liberty covered her ears. "I'll go out of business in the first week.