I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.

Bleeding ulcers run in my family, we give them to each other.

It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart's hope. It was what I wanted to be.

If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.

[Koudelka] looked back, "You?! I know you! You trust beyond reason!" [Cordelia] met his eyes steadily, "Yes, it's how I get results beyond hope, as you may recall.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.