Giving Up Something That No Longer Serves

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

I Cannot Do It. I Cannot Bear It. I Cannot Go Back To What I Was Here. I Cannot Stand At Her Side And Watch Another Take Her. I Am Not That Strong Or That Good.

Morals Aren't Just For When It's Easy, Anita. They Aren't Morals If You Throw Them Aside Every Time It's Convenient.

There Comes A Point When You Either Embrace Who And What You Are, Or Condemn Yourself To Be Miserable All Your Days. Other People Will Try To Make You Miserable; Don't Help Them By Doing The Job Yourself.

Always Having To Have The Last Word Is A Bad Trait. Pisses People Off.