Marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge.

One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.

You want me and I want you. right?" Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, "Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.

Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?

That's a horrible plan." "Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.