I'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song,” I said. “Like Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?

I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you’re along for the ride.

I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall--they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.

Maybe I’m weak for music men. Maybe I’m weak, period. But I couldn’t deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.

Don't waste your time with fear.. Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.

You can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than re actions.