How're the Broncos doing?" "Like a bunch of carrots." "Is that bad?" "Can carrots play baseball?" "I guess not." "Then you have your answer.

How about we talk about your love life instead?" "Why? Are you in the mood to be depressed?

What's the challenge in writing a novel that few people will read? I'm more than happy writing what I do and have no plans to change that.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

I'm going to marry you one day, you know." "Is that a promise?" "If you want it to be.

I'd have to swing by the house first to change into something more comfortable.” “That's fine,” he said. “I'm all for you changing into something more comfortable.” “I'll bet you are,” she said knowingly. “Now, don't start getting fresh,” he said, feigning offense. “I don't think we know each other well enough for that.

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.