Real isnt how you are made said the Skin Horse. Its a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long long time not just to play with but REALLY loves you then you become Real.Does it hurt asked the Rabbit. Sometimes said the Skin Horse for he was always truthful. When you are Real you dont mind being hurt. Does it happen all at once like being wound up he asked or bit by bit It doesnt happen all at once said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. Thats why it doesnt happen often to people who break easily or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things dont matter at all because once you are Real you cant be ugly except to people who dont understand.

The day the power of love overrules the love of power the world will know peace.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

I met an old lady once almost a hundred years old and she told me There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over all through history. How much do you love me And Whos in charge

Please Mia he implores. Dont make me write a song.

We kiss all the time. I clear my throat then add We just...do it in private. A smug expression crosses his face. I dont buy it for a second cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin in your house Id kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder. A reminder of w-w-what That you were mine.

True love is the best thing in the world except for cough drops.

Perhaps after all romance did not come into ones life with pomp and blare like a gay knight riding down perhaps it crept to ones side like an old friend through quiet ways perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Kissing - and I mean like yummy smacking kissing - is the most delicious most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do bar none. Better than sex hands down.

Im gonna fight for you until your heart stops beating.