There are three needs of the griever: To find the words for the loss, to say the words aloud and to know that the words have been heard.

When your lips meet mine I feel as though I have never been kissed before.

It wasn't as if she was terrified of heights, she simply preferred to be closer to solid ground, where words like plummet and plunge did not linger in her mind.

I say seduce her, seduce her tonight. Break the door down if you have to. Tell her all those things you said to me about her. You will love her more tomorrow than today and how you want to die with her hand in yours–which is an excellent line, by the way, that I fully intend to borrow when the time comes.

There are three needs of the griever: To find the words for the loss, to say the words aloud and to know that the words have been heard.

It must be quite difficult, concealing your superior male qualities behind a mask of feigned humility.” Why, Gillian, it’s that very ability that makes us so superior.

When a man finds the one woman who is right, it scarcely matters what else is wrong.