“Love is a one-way street. Love, like respect isn't something you get; it's something you give”

“I was sure there had to be a pay-off, somehow, and I kept waiting for it. I didn't know then, as I do now, that love's a one-way street. Love, like respect, isn't something you get; it's something you give.”

“Love isn't something you take from one to give to another. Love is to be shared among all; the more people we have in our family, the more love there will be to share.”

“I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”

“The object of love is not getting something you want but doing something for the well-being of the one you love.”

“I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.”