There I go being critical again. Does a man have to stand on one foot and juggle for me to consider him entertaining? What am I looking for? A knight?...No, knights are all polished and shiny. I think my taste runs to something with a bit of tarnish and maybe a few scratches. Someone who can make me laugh and cry and make me angry and make my knees tremble when he touches me.

Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world.

If something isn't special, then it's ordinary.

If people let other people alone, people would be better off. It's always people that screw things up for people anyway.

Men didn't respect beauty...they used it.

But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out