“What the fuck is love anyway?Is it a phone call the next morning?Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?Is it flowers on the fifth date?Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?”

“Know what the best thing about morning sex is?" Caesar snorted and pinched Nate's hip. "Sex?""No," Nate laughed, "nobody has to sleep on the wet spot.”

“Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot..”

“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.So if you love a flower, let it be.Love is not about possession.Love is about appreciation.”

“I'll call you," he repeated."If you call me, I won't pick up the phone.""You will wait by the phone for my call, and when it rings, you will pick it up and you will speak to me in a civil manner. If you don't know how, ask someone.”

“I flipped through their visions,left my number in their sleep.But no one called back.I called all night,called for years,called till their lids began to ring,ten, twenty, two hundred times,and then they went blind on my dreams.Now their eyes don't open.No one picks up the phone.”