I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.

There I Go Being Critical Again. Does A Man Have To Stand On One Foot And Juggle For Me To Consider Him Entertaining? What Am I Looking For? A Knight?...no, Knights Are All Polished And Shiny. I Think My Taste Runs To Something With A Bit Of Tarnish And Maybe A Few Scratches. Someone Who Can Make Me Laugh And Cry And Make Me Angry And Make My Knees Tremble When He Touches Me.

Parker: She Believed, Absolutely, That Each Person, Each Heart, Had A Counterpart—had A Mate. A Rightness. She’d Always Believed It, And Understood That Unshakable Belief Was A Reason She Was Good At What She Did.

I Was Just Trying To Get His Attention!" The Man Protested At The Top Of His Lungs. "if He'da Listened, I Wouldn'ta Had To Bash Him.

Love Didn't Run On Logic. It Didn't Follow Neat Lines Or A List Of Priorities.

Planting A Flower's Like Opening A Book, Because Either Way You're Starting Something. And Your Garden's Your Library.