I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going. - Henry deTamble

He would say her name over and over until it devolved into meaningless sounds - mah REI kuh, mah REI kuh - it became an entry in a dictionary of loneliness.

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.

I feel that I an everything to her.

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.