Tom. Tom, look at me. Has Nora agreed to marry you?""No, but she will because she has to.

Marry me. You'll learn to love me, I promise.

Don't leave yet, " he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.

But you were concerned about making sure things, you know, didn't get serious.""Yeah, because I'm an idiot.

I like the way you kiss-a couple of test kisses, then a huge kiss.

Maybe we could, um, go sit in the truck?" he said, but even as he said it, it sounded so dumb. And not exactly the way he wanted her to remember a marriage proposal.

Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.

Went in at the one ear and out at the other.

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Around the time I graduated from high school, I decided better to underachieve and have friendship than to overachieve and be alone.

I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has had to overcome while trying to succeed.

My main concern is making the connection with my listeners and making records that the whole world can sing. That's what makes me happy.

It's almost worth retiring just so I can speak to you.

O Logic: born gatekeeper to the Temple of Science, victim of capricious destiny: doomed hitherto to be the drudge of pedants: come to the aid of thy master, Legislation

This is what I think is very essential... moderation can be good for you.

I've always been clear, I support the traditional definition of marriage.