“The war spirit's getting into me again. I have a hundred years of Ohio love behind me and I'm going to bomb out this trench.”

“I'm going out for a bottle of champagne. We're going to get bombed.”

“A coworker at SNL dropped an angry c-bomb on me and i had the weirdest reaction. To my surprise, I blurted, "No. You don't get to call me that. My parents love me. I'm not some Adult Child of an Alcoholic that's going to take that shit.”

“If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?”

“I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.”

“It took me years to get over you. Truth is, I never did fully get over you. I just learned to live without you. I can't ever do that again. It almost killed me. And as much as I would love to kiss you right now, I have to protect myself. It can't happen. I'm sorry.”