He never complicates a desire by overthinking it, unlike Mirabelle, who spins a cocoon around an idea until it is immobile.

When the person beside you is making you alert and keen and the idea of being with anyone else is not imaginable.

The overhead lights reflect in the glass countertop and mingle in the gray and black of the gloves, resulting in a mother-of-pearl swirl that sometimes sends Mirabelle into a shallow hypnotic dream.

When I die, now don't think that I'm a nut, don't want no fancy funeral, just one like old King Tut.

I got a flue shot and now my chimney works perfectly.

I used to think a wedding was a simple affair. Boy and girl meet, they fall in love, he buys a ring, she buys a dress, they say I do. I was wrong. That's getting married. A wedding is an entirely different proposition.

The self-prepared dinner is a great time killer for lonely people and as much time should be spent on it as possible.