Feeling Too Much Is A Hell Of

"what Was That Technique You Were Using On Those Bastards?" "an Ancient Form Called Kicking Ass."

The Tune Was Sad, As The Best Of Ireland Was, Melancholy And Lovely As A Lover's Tears.

That Was The Biggest Problem With Getting Used To Someone, She Thought. You Were Lonely When They Weren't There.

Her Killer Wrote A Note On That Stationary." "a Note." Now Renquist's Eyebrows Lifted. "well. That Was Rather Arrogant Of Him, Wasn't It?

You Got Used To Running Things On Your Own." "what Could He Do About It When He's In Iraq And The Car Breaks Down In Kansas?" Beckett Gave Her A Long, Quiet Look. "i'm Not In Iraq." "no, And It Has To Be Said, I'm Not In Kansas Anymore." She Lifted Her Hands, Then Let Them Fall. "it's Not That I've Forgotten How To Be A Couple, But That My Experience In Being Part Of One Is Different From Yours. Maybe From Most People's. And I've Been On My Own A Long Time." "now You're Not. I'm Not Fighting A War, And I'm Right Here." Needed To Be Here, He Realized, With Her.