Not everything you wanted, deep inside, worked out.

You bring the color and the life. It's a lucky man who is offered that color and life, and a wise one who values it.

Love can really screw you up before you learn to live with it.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?

...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?