A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper."Are you getting your ax?""Handcuffs.""Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.

I laugh, and it sounds like I've been sucking helium.

I'm just as big a fool as the rest of them.

I said you were beautiful. I slept in your bed!

I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.'" I blink at him. "Neruda. I starred the passage. God," he moans. "Why didn't you open it?

You're the most incredible girl I've ever known. You're gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no-one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don't deserve you, but what I'm trying to say is that I love you, Anna. Very Much.

He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!