Don’t freak out, I’m getting into the bed, ” he said.

Forgive me for being the stupidest man on the planet?”“Careful. You’re talking about the man I love.

Poppy: What makes you think I'm having dinner with you?Jake: Because you can't sit in your room and eat ice cream and chips two nights in a row. You'll get scurvy. You need vitamin C.

Note to self: don’t throw things at girls.

To be kind to everyone is a divine beauty.

... burdened with the unbearable weight of ourself.

What to do? We yanked the dress up over her lovely attributes and with the addition of a scarf, the problem was solved. Sorry, guys, blame that stuffy censor. He hated surprises.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance , the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe are challenged by this point of pale light.

Blues is to jazz what yeast is to bread--without it, it's flat.

What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

London is a good fashion city. They're a little more daring. There's the element of the aristocracy, which is always interesting.

Ancient Chinese custom if you were a guest in one of their homes and you admired some particular thing, they would wrap it up and present it to you as a gift. But isn't that what life does.

Thoughts become perception, perception becomes reality. Alter your thoughts, alter your reality.