My mother says happy ever after's a bunch of bull.

She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.

Two women can't share a house comfortably, no matter how fond they might be of each other. It's got to be one woman's kitchen.

Wouldn't it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

It’s good to be with someone when you know you matter. Not assume,” she qualified, “but know. To be with someone, who even when you don’t think you want or need it, will stand up for you. Someone who sends you flowers and buys you magic wands. I’m not going to look around the corner for what’s next.

It was a joint, which put it one slippery step up from a dive.