Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there's a secret.

Rats. Rats, mice, and rodents.

I know it's important to do more than just complain when there's something you don't like. You need to try to do something about it, or you're nothing but a whiner.

Just bring your wits. Sometimes that's the most effective weapon any of us has.

Nobody ever gets enough appreciation when they're behaving themselves, but there's no end to hearing about it when they're not.

I figured that when there's no way of knowing what the future holds it's just as easy to believe it'll be good as to believe it'll be bad.

And they lived happily (aside from a few normal disagreements, misunderstandings, pouts, silent treatments, and unexpected calamities) ever after.