If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?

I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.

Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you.

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary." "A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

You don't find time to write. You make time. It's my job.