I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth." -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.