Mathematics is natural. Love is natural. It only makes sense that it’s mathematically quantifiable.

Love isn’t poison. It won’t kill you. It’s natural, it’s complicated, it’s crazy-making, but it’s a fact of life.

The majority of love affairs are temporary. But that doesn’t diminish the possibility the next one might become something more.

He’s like the door of a bank safe- all big and hard and shinny and tempting, but impossible to get through.

I'm perfectly discriminating,' he said with a devilish smile. 'How's that? No blondes after Labour Day?' 'I said I was discriminating, not an imbecile.

I’m a cold-hearted bastard. I’m insular, I’m jaded, a workaholic, I’m ruthless and I’m self-serving. I don’t do forever, I rarely even do “I’ll call you tomorrow”. And just because I’m here now it does not mean if you ask me to stay I will.

You're playing hookey for her? You met her, what, five minutes ago? And now she's what? Your girlfriend? Did you give her your varsity jacket?

Now don’t go thinking nice things about me. You’ll only be disappointed.

Yeah, he’s just a huge flirt. He flirted with me, every female reporter within eyeshot, some of the men, and a pot plant on the way into his office. It’s pathological.

If I’m right,’ she said, ‘and you have all sorts of juicy information in that dossier of yours, you’ll know that I am an abnormally forgiving person, even of those who have used me and hurt me more than one person deserves to be hurt. But right this second, I am looking forward to the day you rot in hell.