It's An Odd Thing About Love. When

I Think I'd Want To Have An Affair With A Montgomery But Marry A Taggert.

I'm An American And I Want Instant Gratification.

What I Do Know Is That I Can't Hurt A Ghost. I Wish I Could Fall In Love With Ann Stuart. I Wish I Could Wed Her And Bed Her And Have Children With Her. I Wish I Could Fill That Huge House With Little Spirit Children Who Would Live Forever And Never Die.

He Was The Most Perfectly Formed Man She'd Ever Imagined. He Was Movie Stars, Men In Underwear Commercials, Guys At The Gym, The Construction Worker In The Red T-shirt Who'd Whistled At Her But She'd Pretended She Hadn't Heard; He Was The Men In Three-piece Suits Whose Brains Were As Sexy As Their Bodies; He Was Lazy, Indolent Seventeen-year-old Boys Whose Muscles Bulged Out Of Their Clothes, Rodeo Stars, And Those Smooth-cheeked, Eyeglassed Men Who Held Their Children Tenderly. He Was All Of Them.

I Have Many Things I Want Out Of Life, But I'm Practical. I Know That I Must Wait To Get What I Want.