We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

l believe in love, lust, sex and romance, not in a perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. l want someone to go crazy for me. l want passion and heat and sweat and madness! Valentines and cupids!

— He locked the door. He's locked us in.
— It's challenging, I admit, but doesn't that make it more interesting?

— So, where's your bed going?
— Right here.
— So. If you had a bed, we'd be dancing on it.

— They come here looking for the magic... expecting to find romance... when they can't find it any other place.
— Maybe they will.
— It's an island, babe. If you don't bring it here, you won't find it here.