Indulge me this once, Meg. Her name was a whisper on his lips. Soft. Seductive. Meanwhile his eyes gleamed mischievously, daring her to say yes. — Anna Bennett
A man that should call everything by its right name would hardly pass the streets without being knocked down as a common enemy. — E. F. L. Wood, 1st Earl Of Halifax
Whatever I think the song sounds like is what I'll name it. It's a feeling thing; it's not logical at all. — Earl Sweatshirt