I don't cry at books or movies. Ever. So imagine my shock and awe when I read 'The Time Traveler's Wife' for the second time, and I knew the ending, and I started to cry.

Mother and daughter like spoons in a drawer.

I've been waiting for you forever." "Forever' as in several hundred years, or forever as in since my lesson began?

My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.

You'll have to go commando." "Is there any other way?

My father said once that if I didn't have my mother's ginger hair, I wouldn't blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curse or blush, even though I've had plenty of days that required both.

A frightening menagerie, my emotions are Too many and varied to number Like creatures they crawl and they fly above Tearing my body asunder.