Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up unless it looks like an ax murderer.

Normally it is not polite to go into somebody’s room without knocking, but you can make an exception if the person is dead, or pretending to be dead.

There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.

One wanders through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with a poisonous toad waiting patiently beneath a clump of weeds, knowing full well that eventually you will step on him.

Accidents happen all the time.

I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.

who would dare think that, forever? Some idiot girl who wouldn’t know how things played out.