“Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away”

“Will ye come with me?” he whispered.

And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.”

“Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?”

“Please take my advice, please take my advice,
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.”

“Life admits not of delays; when pleasure can be had, it is fit to catch it. Every hour takes away part of the things that please us, and perhaps part of our disposition to be pleased.”

“Please nothing, she’s a vicious piranha. She looks all cute and cuddly, then she opens that mouth and lets loose so much venom she could double as a nest of scorpions. (Leo)”

“It's a bit early in the midnight hour for me / To go through all the things that I want to be
Take me away / 'Cos I just don't want to stay / And the lies you make me say / Are getting deeper every day
If you're lost at sea / Well I hope that you drownd"
Please don't cry / Never say die”

“Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me.”

“Oooh noo, please, it's wicked to mock the afflicted! Well it might be one of your own! Don't laugh at her, she might want paying - I told her this was an audition! She's known to me as Madam Vera Roper, but she's known to everyone else as The English Open!”

“There’s something
so great about this,” she whispers.
About what?” I whisper back.

About this,” she whispers.
About being outlaws.
It’s just you and me—against the world.”