“Not only does he reduce my best friend’s emotional state to something akin to an annoying rash, he also plants a new seed in my already overcrowded brain”

“Your brain is like a plant. If you plant a seed in it, it will grow into a big idea.”

“He is not to them what he is to me," I thought: "he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine- I am sure he is- I feel akin to him- I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.”

“After years of searching, I finally found love. I found it in the unlikeliest of places: My best friend’s bed, right after he leaves for work every morning.”

“And in thy best consideration checkThis hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgementThy youngest daughter does not love thee least,Nor are those empty-hearted whose low soundsReverb no hollowness.”

“You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed,” he stated softly.”