Romance never does go out of fashion. It’s radical. But it’s out of step with the current media culture.
If I had to do a record review, I’d say it’s got a cannibal, consumption, obsessive, violent-sex, romance angle, but with an upbeat swing to it.
Anne “felt instinctively” that romance was peeping at her around a corner.
There is only one romance the Soul’s.
V had a passing thought that she used the word “anyway” like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she’d just shared to make room for more.
Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
We all know interspecies romance is weird.
The students were staring at her in the manner of those who have heard of the species ‘female’ but have never expected to get this close to one.
I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they’re only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.
Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully.
I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.
I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
The Black Parade has to go home soon, so you’re gonna be stuck with My Chemical Romance. I’m sorry. That singer has a despicable mouth, he dresses funny, and he can’t sing!
I’ve always seen My Chemical Romance as the band that would have represented who me and my friends were in high school, and the band that we didn’t have to represent us – the kids that wore black – back then.
My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die.
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists.
You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel’s song!
In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.