“The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.”

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

He tells me “I miss you,” and I tell him “I miss myself too.”

That life you’re living – is it really yours?

I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

If they ask you about your vice – I hope you mention my name.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

I hate all those flirty-birty games that women make up. Life’s too short. If you ever find a man you love, don’t waste time hanging your head and simpering. Go right up to him and say, ‘I love you. How about getting married?

The infinity of All ever bringing forth anew, and even as infinite space is around us, so is infinite potentiality, capacity, reception, malleability, matter.

I’m not really a flirt; I just try to be myself.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.

Isn’t she lovely made from love?

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?