Girlfriends' code. What's discussed with girlfriends stays with girlfriends.

You hold your head up. You submitting to me doesn't mean you're anything less...the very last thing I want is for you to be some mindless puppet.

Most of all, I want you to know without a doubt that I've got your back. And your front. And your sides. I've got all of you and I'm not letting go.

Bad things happen to good people all the time. It sucks. It's not fair but then much of life isn't fair. It's how you live that matters. It's how you deal with the bumps in the road.

Words are just words. The evidence is in how you act, how you react.

You need to worry less about what everyone else thinks and focus on what makes you happy

Ahh, you’re a man used to getting his own way.” “Always,” he said in a husky growl.

Seeing you happy is the best gift I could ever ask for.

I'm getting the impression that women, in any form, scare you." He shrugged. "They're the more violent species. And unpredictable. I'd rather take on a wild boar. You can't shoot women.

Maybe I didn't always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you.

Some crushes just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and all consuming.

We told each other what movies we were currently watching and what books we were reading.

If I made a mistake in singing a song or in the script, I could have some fun with it, then retain any of the fun that sounded amusing.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page.

Freedom of speech is a great thing and we have said nothing that is not allowed.

Everyone has their own personality, its own character, and if he respects that, everything would finally fall over for good only.

If you believe something enough, it comes true eventually, and that's so true even with lies. If you tell yourself a lie, after a few years you'll think it's true.

Besides the general infusion of wit to heighten civility, the direct splendor of intellectual power is ever welcome in fine society, as the costliest addition to its rule and its credit.

We have two lives about us,Two worlds in which we dwell,Within us and without us,Alternate Heaven and Hell:-Without, the somber Real,Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.

Language is an archaeological vehicle... the language we speak is a whole palimpsest of human effort and history.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service