We’re adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you’re counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.

Wow, ” she said. “Do you realise how wonderful you sound?”“Yes, I do, ” he said with a firm nod. “And I think I’m underappreciated.

Your big scary husband is crying.

If it takes a little myth and ritual to get us through a night that seems endless, who among us cannot sympathize and understand?

When you fall in love, waves of joy fill your dreams and become your reality while your realities become your dreams.

It's amazing how the more thankful I am, the more things I get to be thankful for.

Although the shooting war is over, we are in the midst of a cold war which is getting warmer.

It's not that I don't love the song. My songs are like my children: some you want around and some you want to send off to college as soon as possible.

Husbands never become good; they merely become proficient.

I sort of refuse to be an outsider, even though I know that I very much look like one to a lot of people, and I refuse to view myself in such terms.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

You might get lucky and die in some corner. ~Soi Fon

Commonplace objects are constantly changing… The pies, for example, we now see, are not going to be around forever. We are merely used to the idea that things do not change.