They want me. I want them. I want this place. I want everything to be simple and beautiful and warm.

I just love Bayonne. I love the parks. I love the pizzerias. I love the simple things in life, and it's all here.

I wasn’t able to be that person for you, and I did a terrible thing. I feel awful about it. But there was something wrong between us from the start, as if we’d done the buttons up wrong.

The simple things in life make me very happy.

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

Simple things don't interest me.