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“The love of my life is gone, and I can't just call her and say I'm sorry and have her come back. She's gone forever. So yes, Monique, that is something I do regret. I regret every second I didn't spend with her. I regret every stupid thing I did that caused her an ounce of pain. I should have chased her down the street the day she left me. I should have begged her to stay. I should have apologized and sent roses and stood on top of the Hollywood sign and shouted, 'I'm in love with Celia St. James!' and let them crucify me for it. That's what I should have done. And now that I don't have her, and I have more money than I could ever use in this lifetime, and my name is cemented in Hollywood history, and I know how hollow it is, I am kicking myself for every single second I chose it over loving her proudly.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Carefully, with the sharpness of the knife tucked within the curved grip of his hand, he began to probe my entrance with the handle. It was hard, but warm from his hand. The edges were rounded, smooth as it rubbed over my wet, swollen flesh. "You're going to get off on this knife, Jess," he said. "And I'm going to hold you open, nice and still, so you don't get hurt.”
― Harley Laroux, The Dare

“How difficult it is for any of us to listen to our own voice or maintain our own beliefs in the presence of others.”
― Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society

“Hey, everybody, I got the part! I'm going to play Puck." He opened the door to the room and saw Todd sitting there. "Hey, I'm Puck!"

"Puck you! Pipe down," yelled a voice down the hall.”
― Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society