Quotes from Tiffanie DeBartolo

Thank heaven for the wisdom of the prophets of rock 'n' roll.

It had to happen. It was part of the order of things. It was the way the universe was supposed to work.

Magician, musician. Same thing. A little hocus pocus and a whole lot of faith, right?

I'd never been on the beach at that hour; it was mystical, deserted. The sky was perfectly clear and the moon was a spotlight illuminated just for us, lighting up the water, turning it into a giant sheet of glass. The tide was calm; it flowed in and out in a slow rhythm, like lovers.

Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.

but I managed to masquerade as a person having a good time.

I wish I could have. I wanted to be enough to fill the universe inside of Jacob Grace. But I guessed that no matter how strong it was, love alone couldn't turn a speck of dust into a galaxy of stars.

Trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare bands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like ell if we eer tried to tear ourselves apart.

I could blame my existential sadness on a lot of issues, but the truth is, it's been a part of me since Day One.

I always felt like that myself, that I didn't marry into the landscape of the human world like others did

Fuck, it's hot in here." He put the guitar down, stood up, whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he pulled off his belt like D'Artagnan drawing a sword...

He believed that any work an artist puts forth which contains the truth as he or she sees it is worthy of consideration

The only thing I remember about him now is that he shaved his legs. I was surprised at how much I dug the shaved legs. "Thanks for sharing," Jacob said. I hadn't realized I'd been thinking aloud.

The tone of his voice was smooth and rich, like freshly ground coffee. And he spoke softly, deliberately, as if every word he uttered were a self-portrait.

you need faith for forgiveness

Everyone is always one decision away from a completely different life.

you can't put life on pause and then catch up with it later when you have more energy to give. You have to play it all the way through to the end.

What do you say we mark this day—the day we met—by buying each other a record? Something we think reflects our perceptions of each other.

To Jacob, the act of critiquing art was essentially imprecise. That's why he didn't read reviews on anything he liked, be it a book, a movie, or a record. He believed that any work an artist puts forth which contains the truth as he or she sees it is worthy of consideration, and any commentary of the work beyond that is nothing more than pure individual opinion and should not be considered relevant to the work itself.

I have dinner with you at least three times a week. You think now that you've licked ice cream from my belly button that's going to stop?

memories are the patches that make up the quilt of our emotions. A beautiful way to put it, but wrong. If that were true, then memories would blanket us, they would keep us warm. My memories were chilling me to the bone.

I was alone. In ways people aren't supposed to be alone.

Maybe that was the key to getting rid of the loneliness, I thought. Treating love as entertainment, not salvation.

A song." I said aloud. "What?" "The whole time Adam and I were together, he never wrote a song for me." Vera looked like she was trying to think of an appropriate response to such a stupid desire. "He was a drummer. You hate it when drummers sing.