My story is much too sad to be told, but practically everything leaves me totally cold.

The exception I know is the case, when I’m out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui, and I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.

I get no kick from champagne, mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all. Some, they may go for cocaine. I’m sure that if I took even one sniff, it would bore me terrifically, too.

Yet, I get a kick out of you.

- cole porter, i get a kick out of you