You're baking?""Yes.""It's almost midnight.""I specialize in late-night kitchen disasters.

You're the one I like. Maybe love.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I really like you. A lot. But if you don't feel the same way about me, it's okay. Because you're really important to me, and I hope we can still be friends.

I thought I wanted caprice and fire, but it turns out that what I really want is someone who will wake me up early so I don't miss a sunrise.

He turned around and I felt the shards of my broken heart crumble to dust.

Well, in that case, no. I’m not your father. But if you go with another definition, meaning ‘a man who wants to be in your life and help raise you, ’ then yes. I am.

Hey, I just thought of something.""What?""When we're together, we make one whole Italian.

To find prosperity in life, help others to prosper.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Nemo intrat in caelum nisi per philosophiam

I can't watch you die tonight.

So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back to her and says, Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here.

If you have a business model that relies on customers being misinformed, you better start working on changing your business model.

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

The things one can express with the hand, with the head, with the shoulders!... How many useless and encumbering words then disappear! What economy!

One regret I have: I didn't get as much of the family history as I could have for the kids.

A lot of my colleagues actually yell and curse at each other. I don't do that.