OH ROMEO. THOU ART ROMEO. WILL YOU MARRY ME. THOU ART ROMEO.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Whether your glass is half full or half empty, hope can fill it up.

The more we construct lives that prioritize safety, the bigger the prison we construct around ourselves.

I would rather suffer with passion than not feel anything at all.

Did she want him as badly as he wanted her? Did she realize he was slowly going insane for wanting her?

The most considerable difference I note among men is not in their readiness to fall into error, but in their readiness to acknowledge these inevitable lapses.

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality and eventually in one's own.

I didn't want to let women down. One of the stereotypes I see breaking is the idea of aging and older women not being beautiful.

I love DJing, I do. I love everything that comes with it; it's fun and it's kind of glamorous.

Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless, Feels like a midget is hangin from my necklace!

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold