Love Means Not Ever Having To Say

Jenny, If You're So Con­vinced I'm A Loser, Why Did You Bull­doze Me Into Buy­ing You Cof­fee?' She Looked Me Straight In The Eye And Smiled. 'i Like Your Body,' She Said.

He Had Then Warned His Daughter Not To Violate The Eleventh Commandment. "which One Is That?" I Asked Her. "do Not Bullshit Thy Father," She Said.

Although Science Could Pinpoint The Exact Spot In The Brain That Ignites Rage, They Had Yet To Identify The Location That Produces Love.

But What Does He Do To Qualify As A Sonovabitch?” Jenny Asked. “make Me”, I Replied. “beg Pardon?” “make Me”, I Repeated. Her Eyes Widened Like Saucers. “you Mean Like Incest?” She Asked. “don’t Give Me Your Family Problems, Jen. I Have Enough Of My Own.” “like What, Oliver?” She Asked, “like Just What Is It He Makes You Do?” “the ‘right Things’”, I Said. “what’s Wrong With The ‘right Things’?” She Asked, Delighting In The Apparent Paradox.

It Takes Someone Very Special To Help You Forget Someone Very Special.