It's funny how you can think you know someone pretty well, and then something happens or they do something that makes you understand that you didn't really know them at all.

I just need some time to get over all those years of having liked him

(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)

Proper lighting is everything, Julianna.

You told us over and over that you don’t think you could live without books, but the ironic thing is, you’d probably die before you’d think to rip pages out of one to start a fire. Am I right? Well, get over it already. Better to be warm then well-read.

What I'm expecting is for you to behave like the gentleman I always thought you were.

I realize something. That wasn't a finish line for me...This is my new starting line.