He'd Kill You All Right. No Sweat.

I Sipped My Own Coffee, Heavy On The Sugar And Cream, Trying To Make Up For The Late Work The Night Before. Caffeine And Sugar, The Two Basic Food Groups.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

How Could You Love Someone And Not Want Them To Be Happy?

Some Issues Stay Fresh Every Time You Open Them Up. It's Like Evil Magical Tupperware -- It Stays Fresh Forever.