“No, it's the way he looks at you, like you're the centre of his universe.”

“He pocketed his watch with a milder look, and began to turn about busily in the empty shell of his own mind. His universe was a brilliantly illuminated circle extending from himself at it's centre to the exact limit of his occupations and interests.”

“If you're on the path you're meant to be on, everything falls into place; the Universe is telling you that. If you are not on the right path, you will experience roadblocks all along the way, and this is also the Universe telling you to stop, look, and ask if this is where you are supposed to be.”

“Sebastian, women like sex just as much as men... if it's good."He tried to smile but still looked uncertain, his forehead creasing with worry."Am I...?"He bit his lip.I knew what he was trying to ask me."Yes, you're good. In fact I'd say you're amazing: in so many ways.”

“I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.”

“It's a good thing he broke up with you because now you're free for when the right man finds you. Your prince is on his way.""Right. I'm sure he was on his way but a truck hit him.”