“I don't love you because you're beautiful, you're beautiful because I love you.”

“Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?”

“Every time you go in, it's like starting over. You don't know how you did the other records. You're learning all over. It's some weird musician amnesia, or maybe the road wipes it out.”

“Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? Am I making believe I see in you, a woman too perfect to be really true? Do I want you because you're wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you? Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream, or are you really as beautiful as you seem?”

“I don't want you because I expect you to swoop in and rescue me and make everything all right.I don't want you because you're beautiful. None of that matters. you could never be a bad bargain to me, because...you're you.And I love you.”

“I think I like you,” he said as he turned and moved to sit in the chair across from her.“What a beautiful thing to say to the woman you’re trying to seduce.”

“Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.”