“Slightly surreal, so private, so obscureThat critics classify his work as 'pure'Because, in digging through the endless chatterThey can't discern what is the subject matter...”

“With him died a storyThat will not be retold:How, forsaking glory,Achilles grows oldWhile Hector dusts his trophiesBehind high walls- For in his unsung strophesTroy never falls”

“Fine, I just wanted to feel like me again” “Babe, you were naked” “Yeah well it worked so get over it”

“They’re serious” “Well I hope so, they are getting married”

“Stay away from him! I haven’t gone near him! His fiancé however keeps following me around. Although now she knows I’m one of his ex’s I don’t think she will be anymore” “What did you tell her?” “I didn’t tell her anything. Just that we dated a few years ago and it meant nothing”

“Looking can make you want. Wanting can get you thinking. If you want them to stop thinking, just give them what they want.”

“Why don’t we do the whole friends with benefits thing?” he asks seriously.“Because I don’t think I’d enjoy having the benefits you give me removed” I answer back not missing a beat.“Just friends it is then” he says not perturbed and starts eating his lunch.”