“Me still alone, me sip on the rum
Me wonder when the boat she come
To bring me love, oh sweet little thing
She rock 'n' roll, she dance and sing
She hold me tight, she touch me lips
Me eyes they close, me heart she flip
Havana moon, Havana moon”

“She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around.”

“Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me?”

“I laid it all out for him: Eliza believes in me, she moves me, and she's moved BY me. She makes me happy, she makes me sad, she makes me try harder, she makes me laugh, and she makes me feel like I can fly. Isn't that the goddamn definition of Love?”

“She's so in love with me, she doesn't know anything. That's why she's in love with me.”

“When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.”

“I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me.”

“She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.”

“Says she loves me
Yes, yes she does
Gonna show me tonight, yeah She got the way to move me, Cherry”

“I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.”