“Her neck is like a stately tower,
Where Love himself imprison'd lies”

“I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion--and where it isn't, that's where my work lies.”

“Ivy turned. 'He bit you on the neck?' she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. 'Oh, then it's got to be love. She won't let me bite her neck.”

“I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.”

“I love China. The biggest bank in the world is from China. You know where their United States headquarters is located? In this building, in Trump Tower. I love China. People say, “Oh, you don’t like China?” No, I love them. But their leaders are much smarter than our leaders, and we can’t sustain ourself with that.”

“She still felt his gaze on her like the brush of a finger across the back of her neck, making her shiver.”

“And she who, like a swan,
Has chanted out her last and dying song,
Lies, loved by him.”

“She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.”

“Meadows trim, with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and balements it sees
Bosomed high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The cynosure of neighboring eyes.”

“Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.”