Somethings in life are out of your control. you can make it a party or a tragedy. Or, you could refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most because you're afraid some day you might lose it.

I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls." "It's not a fashion accessory.

If people let other people alone, people would be better off. It's always people that screw things up for people anyway.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

Phillip look into Ray's eyes. He saw compassion and hope. And he saw himself mirrored back, bleeding in a dirty gutter on a street where life was worth less than a dime bag. Sick, tired, petrified, Phillip dropped his head into his hands. "What's the point?" "You're the point, son." Ray ran his hand over Phillip's hair. "You're the point.

Anyone that has character leaves a mark on another. Would you like to leave the world without making a ripple?