I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic.

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there's a secret.

Life is too precious to waste any of it regretting the past.

I'm communicating with the directors of the Soviet companies, and I see that it is wrong, but when I go to the official discussions, they discuss we should change the color of the walls.

Australia and New Zealand are now threatened by the might of the Imperial Japanese forces, and both of them should know that any resistance is futile.

There is no other way to start the season than to win the Daytona 500.

You can make change or it can make YOU. Change is to keep us on our toes. Change is to make us look more closely. What doesn't change are the arms you use to hug with. Those stay the same.

There was a time when I had all the answers. My real growth began when I discovered that the questions to which I had the answers were not the important questions.

When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.

What difference does it make, after all, what your position in life is if you dislike it yourself?

Dickens, as you know, never got round to starting his home page.