How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.

She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his.

Love’s easy. It kind of comes with the territory. But liking is another story.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.

It's called peaceful coexistence, Santangelo. You should try it and if it works we may sell the idea to the Israelis and Palestinians

Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.