I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I LOVE YOU. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.

People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

Miracle Max: Have fun stormin' da castle. Valerie: Think it'll work? Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

There were some things you did, no matter what, and when a friend needed help, you helped them.

It’s an accepted fact that all writers are crazy, even the normal ones are weird.

Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.