Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.

It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.

You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.