I don't think of any sentence as a "one-liner", but I do pay attention to how people actually speak when they are being funny. Rhythm is key.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

It is like having a book out from the library. It is like constantly having a book out from the library.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

For love to last, you had to have illusions or have no illusions at all. But you had to stick to one or the other. It was the switching back and forth that endangered things.

The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.

Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce