Her glass wings are gone.

A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.

If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.

In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it.