My Own Sense Of Family, Where I

Retirement Wasn't A Reward At The End Of A Well-run Career ... It Was A Void Surrounded By Endless Dull Hours, Haunted By Memories Of Work.

Love Birds Don't Always Sing Pretty Tunes.

It's Hard To Resist A Bad Boy Who's A Good Man.

She Surrounded Herself With Books At Work And At Home. Her Living Space Was A Testament To Her First And Abiding Love With Shelves Jammed With Books Tables Crowded With Them. She Saw Them Not Only As Knowledge Entertainment Comfort Even Sanity But As A Kind Of Artful Decoration.

I Think She Was The Love Of His Life. When You've Got One Of Those, It Does Stuff To You. It Makes You Think About Them Even When You're Doing Routine Things. It Makes You Want To Protect Them, To Make Them Happy And Safe.