The woman lived inside him, was his mate.

As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

He knew himself well enough that once she was gone he wouldn’t last regardless. His heart would simply stop beating without her.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.

She was his life, his everything.

I’m not letting you go, Fiona, ” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. “I’m not going anywhere.

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.

Conformism is so hot on the heels of the mass-produced avant-garde that the 'ins' and the 'outs' change places with the speed of mach 3.

The difference between self-confidence and conceit is as simple as love and fear. Jesus was self-confident ... Hitler was afraid.

Always believe in yourself. Do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

I know you look both ways before you cross the street, but I want you to look both ways a second time, because I told you to.

Move with your feet, the hands will follow.

When I write now, I pretend I'm holding hands with the old me. I try to make sense of all those questions for her.

Drunkenness does not create vice; it merely brings it into view.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.