Look, if some guy dressed in his mother's clothes breaks in, fight him off until I get my pants back on.

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.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

squats are a form of torture designed by people who don’t need to do squats in the first place

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

I fear feeling my heart break a second time, because I'm not sure I could survive it. I'd rather live alone than risk the pain.