Don't ever marry a man who loves his work more than he loves you.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

But they're family, and you forgive them, even if they are human equivalent of hyenas. Because that's what you do, Posey. Forgive.

"I don't want to lose you, I love you, and...and that's all I've got." As speeches went, it wasn't great. As feelings went...different story.

I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.