Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

Once the door to one disaster had opened, the possibilities for catastrophe seemed open-ended and I felt I'd no choice but to go along with my life as it unraveled.

The stars are always there, even in the daylight. Sometimes we just can't see them.

You don't have to sleep with someone, you can be unfaithful with your emotions.

Im sorry, I thought it would be better that way. Less painful, to just let it all fade away.

But, as we all know, the first law of shopping says that when you're urgently looking for something specific, you've no hope of finding it.

No one knows how strong they are until they have to be.

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

Because you promised? But you've promised me load of things. Like to cherish me and to love till death do us part.