I live in America. I love being an American.
I love acting so much that I don't want to give that up.
I love to wear boots - and shoes, I don't like at all.
I love my job. What would I retire to?
I would play football, because I love it.
I hated school, but I love work.
I'm like a mosquito, I love humidity. I don't sweat.
I love to invent - avoiding the truth. I need to dramatize.
I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?
I mean, I love Comic-Con.
I take the subway to work. I love mass transportation.
I just keep on playing what I love.
I don't dislike anybody. I love everybody.
I just want to compete and do what I love.
I love N.Y.C.! I can't think of any individual that hates New York.
I work out all the time. I love it.
I love Karlie Kloss. I want to bake cookies with her!
I love fashion, and that's how I express myself.
I never was disillusioned with acting because I love acting.
Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. "The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?" I nodded. "I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?" "Yes," Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my f...
I love you, Ink, and I want you-only you. Being strong doesn't mean I don't want you too. You are the only person who knows every part of my life, every part of me in it, the good and the bad and the horrible, and you still love me. You are always wi...
