“We don't have time to be sad”

“We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.”

“Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?”

“Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don't think that's the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don't think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here's lunch. Let's eat that instead of eachother.”

“I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go."Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.”

“It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand.”

“I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.”