“Real love shouldn't be disposable.”

“Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.”

“I think if love is real, and headed toward the altar, the sex part-within reason-can wait.”

“The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.”

“But hey,I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?”

“Not exactly. I see a girl who wants to present someone special to the world. Someone beautiful. The pinnacle of beauty. But she has lost her hold on reality. Real beauty isn’t thin. It isn’t size two, unless you happen to be four foot ten. What the world sees when they look at you is someone who believes self-worth is all about how she looks, and that very often means that what she’s missing is love. Not someone else’s love. But love and respect for herself.”

“Faces...I...don't...know...the real...me”