So, you’re hitting on Clare the Fair.” “I’m not hitting on her. I’m exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.” “He’s hitting on her,” Owen said around a mouthful of chips. “You’ve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?” “Suck me. And they weren’t that bad.” “Yeah, they were,” Ryder disagreed. “But at least now we don’t have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.

Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.

Eve: "What do you want?" Nadine: "A man of amazing sexual prowess, great sensitivity, stupendous abs, and the face of an angel. Toss in a wicked sense of humor and stupendous wealth, who adores the very ground I walk on. Oh wait, you already have him.

Man.God.Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

Courage comes in different forms. There's strength--that's the muscle. But love's the heart. When you put them together, you can do anything.

"Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?" "Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see."

Do you believe in reincarnation?...I was wondering why some connections seem so easy, so natural, as if they'd already been made and are getting picked up again.