Marriage is a land mine. A really intimate land mine. Adultery to kitchen fires. Never a dull [moment].

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.

There was nothing like a Saturday - unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.

Lots of people think things would be better some other way. That's why the world's lousy with theme parks.

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.

...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

Don't say hit and mountain in the same sentence.