One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for every one of them. Can't I try to make you happy?

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

Happiness is a choice.

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

you are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me" -kennan

Chase away sorrow by living

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.

I'd stop anyone from taking that smile from you. I would, if I were allowed.

Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.

I'm sure lovely girls such as yourselves need not worry about this"—Madame LaRoche begins, and I have a hunch we're about to be cautioned against something we enjoy

Up to four chauffeurs, two secretaries, two personal maids, and a masseur traveled with her to each home

For him who has no concentration there is no tranquility.

Advice? I don't offer advice. Not my business. Your life is what you make it.

We were wanderers from the beginning.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

L.A., its nice, but I think of sunshine and people on rollerblades eating sushi. New York, I think of nighttime, I think of Times Square and Broadway and nightlife and the city that never sleeps.

When we first started and started hitting new places for the first time, you kinda didn't know, because we were new. Sometimes we played tiny little clubs and sometimes we'd play a larger place.

Words at night were feral things.