Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet.

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

That's impossible," Gwen gasped. "The fastest I've ever run on a treadmill was ten and a half minutes and I nearly died. And it was only one mile. I had to rest for hours and eat chocolate to revive myself.

She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.