In Paris people love and regret, kiss and be happy.

Even the pigeons are dancing, kissing,
going in circles, mounting each other.
Paris is the city of love,
even for the birds.

How does somebody know you love them if you keep it to yourself.

Children know when they're loved. It's when you grow up that you're more easily fooled.

I don't want this heart, it's split in two.

I love who we chose. . . . I love the fact that we went all the way to Paris to shoot the show and end up the way it did.