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.

When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.

It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.

Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy.

Fate. You could never anticipate it.

Winning can be addictive

I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.