Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.

“Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy.”

“Potholes and bumps? Welcome to the world. Every road gas them. They're there to…”

“Excuse me? Tonight you represent every dateless woman in this city, every woman…”

“If I'd grown up here,I'd have had headless ghosts for playmates and kept my roo…”