“Prospero wanted to drowm his book.I just threw mine across the room and jumped on it a couple of times.”

“Books are Lighthouses erected in the sea of time." Prospero in Shakespeare's The Tempest”

“He smacked the heel of his hand against his forhead, as if that could knock the mental picture out of his head. Hell, he though irritably, he didn't want to knock the image just out of his head. He wanted to send it clear across the room and out the window.”

“You drive me insane because you never know what you want and you expect me to just accommodate you. And I do it. Every time. You say jump and I get out a goddamn trampoline. When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you and wanting you. I want to walk across this room and do what you want, but I can't. I can't fuck you anymore.' 'Why not?''I can't just fuck you because I love you!”

“During the opening credits, he said, "We're in the back row. Want to just mess around instead?" She looked across at him, and he grinned. "It's been hours, after all.""Half that time you've been furious with me.""Doesn't mean I don't want to jump your bones.”

“I want to be your stranger across a crowded room. ”