She wasn't, nor ever had been, under the illusion that marriage was a relationship characterized by endless bliss and romance. Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how the couple loved each other.

Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle." "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle." She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.

As a writer, I will tell you that darkness is so easy to make interesting. It is so easy because you're allowed to do anything you want.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.

I may be irresponsible but I am a good irresponsible.

There are things that happen that change the course of people's lives, but it's a function of everybody's lives.

That's my sweetheart in there. I'm not living her. This is my home now. Your mother is my home.