Sometimes, I worry that there's not enough room in my brain for both my dreams and reality, that I'm a hard drive with limited gigabytes and one day I won't be able to maintain the firewall between them.

“Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?”

“You're not falling for me, are you, Irish?"-Adam to Gabrielle”

“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”

“I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.”