Give them your brains, girl, never your guts.

We make destiny with every turn, every choice.

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

He trailed off as he saw the books. Piles and stacks of them beside the sofa, another stack on the coffee table, a sea of them on her dining table. Jesus Christ, Dane, you need treatment.

What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.