I am not a lovelorn little girl, constantly searching for her fairy story.

I would rather have nothing than something that isn't true.

Once, just once, I wish one of my assignments took me took me to somewhere like Tahiti or Hawaii.

If this isn't a fairy tale, then I don't know what else to call it.

He sighs. “If it’s any consolation, I’m not overly thrilled about being away from my wife for so long, either.”“She a cougar?” Cora asks.Karl stares at her, mouth open.“I’m just saying,” she says defensively. “He looks like the sort to snag a cougar.”She did not just say that. “Cora!”“My wife is off limits to you.” He shakes a finger at her. And then, after a moment, “She’s not a cougar.”Cora cackles brightly.

The beauty of free will is that we can choose whether or not to do what we wish.

I believe in the impossible. I live the impossible.

I can't help but stir the pot. "We discussed books and body parts and their functionality. It was a most invigorating discussion. I wonder, though, who the breast of the organization are? Or perhaps the testicles? Personally, I would love to know who the arse is. Is that person the fool of the group?

I tell myself: This time could be different. I rationalize: It's not like the past can be changed. I fear: I lost everything before. And yet... I hope.

Destinies, are like roads.Relationships are much like destinies. Therefore, relationships are like roads.Some roads are circular. They start at one spot and end in the same. Some roads fork and force. Their travelers to choose which way to go. Some roads go great distances. And then there are those thatend abruptly.Who is to say that a short road is less meaningful than a long?