Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.
If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.
Grief rolled across the space between us like a wash of salt water.
There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.
You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to.
I know there are people who believe you should forgive and forget. For the record, I'd like to say I'm a big fan of forgiveness as long as I'm given the opportunity to get even first.