It must be hard being you,โ she said. โMr. Perfect on the outside. Dr. Evil on the inside.โ โItโs not that hard. The rest of the world isnโt as insightful as you.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsYou try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsYou lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsShe gestured toward his very fine chest with her pencil. โOn the off chance I find out after weโre married that your declaration of abiding love and devotion has been an elaborate con job perpetrated by you, Bodie, and Scary Spiceโฆโ He massaged her arch. โI definitely wouldnโt lose too much sleep over that.โ โJust in case. You will give me all you worldly goods, shave your head, and leave the country.โ โDeal.โ โPlus, you have to hand out your Sox tickets so I can burn them in front of your eyes.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsWeโre all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that Iโve had to work harder than most.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsYou're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips