“Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.”

“R: "I know that deep down, I mean the world to him." A: "Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.”

“But he can also be incredibly sweet. And I know that, deep down, I mean the world to him." "Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.”

“You shouldn’t have to venture deep down in order to get to love.”

“Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.”

“Let me give you some free advice. She's a runner for sure- she'll run away every time without saying a word. But here's the thing- you are not a runner. And deep down, I don't think Norah wants to run, either. She's just feels like she has to. Partly because she's a tiresome spoiled-brat smartass with no fashion sense. And partly because she's a fucking human being.”

“Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.”