And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
Without pain, we couldn't know joy.
Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.