If you were mine, I would never let you go.

As the music played over the speakers and the waterfall in the pool filled the silence around us, I knew that without a doubt I had just been ruined.

I'm trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.

I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you Blaire. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you. I can’t imagine my world now without you in it.

You are mine. Do you hear me? You are mine, Della Sloane. I will take care of you. Nothing is taking you away from me. Nothing.

I wanted to live. For the father and brother who I never knew and for my mother who was cheated of a life of happiness. I wanted to live for them. And I wanted to live for me.

I understood that pain was real and sometimes things didn't last. Sometimes you just had to enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it's gone.

He wasn't what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

When I'm with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

Not everyone sees you the way you do. Sometimes our imperfections are what makes us special. - Tripp

I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,"he said with an amused tone. -Dank

Without money the flute of life is also heard unturned.

To finish is both a relief and a release from an extraordinarily pleasant prison.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

Those who make virtue their profession are the ruin of virtue.

Artists of my generation were not educated. We were not given the equipment because it was generally believed to be irrelevant.

Pulse as an active means of expression, Stravinsky and Beethoven are the two masters of that.

You have to stop loving me. Because I stopped loving you.

I don't really mind criticism in music or in shows and stuff like that at all. I mean, it doesn't really worry me even if it's like out of place. At least it's relevant.

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimagininative.

Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?