Getting A Room's Not Always Enough. Sometimes

"do Little Pink Fairies Sing And Dance In Your World, Peabody?" "sometimes, When It's Very Quiet And No One Else Can See."

Roarke: You'd Enjoy Flying More If You'd Learn The Controls. Eve: I'd Rather Pretend I'm On The Ground. Roarke: And How Many Vehicles Have You Wrecked, Had Blown Up, Or Destroyed In The Last, Oh, Two Years? Eve: Think About That, Then Imagine It Happening When I'm At The Wheel At Thirty Thousand Feet. Roarke: Good Point. I'll Do The Flying.

A Good Story's Like A Door, And You Can Go Through It Whenever You Need To. After You've Read It Or Seen It Or Heard It, You Can Still Go Back Through It. Once It's Yours, It's Always Yours.

...she'd Gone Past Interest, Swung Into Attraction, Burst Through Lust, Tripped Over Affection, And Was Now Skidding Out Of Control Into Love.

We Make Our Own Choices And We're Each Responsible For Them. Blame And Credit Belong To The Individual. You Haven't The Right To Claim Either From Someone Else.