Things Have A Way Of Falling Into

Two Women Can't Share A House Comfortably, No Matter How Fond They Might Be Of Each Other. It's Got To Be One Woman's Kitchen.

He Decided There Was No Point In Telling Her He'd Looked In The Fridge And Seen None Of These Things. There'd Just Be Some Variation Of His Mother's Standard Crack About Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

Pretending The Past Doesn't Exist Is As Bad As Living In It.

Things Have A Way Of Falling Into Place.

The Doll, Dallas. You Know, Barbie Doll. Jeez, Didn't You Ever Have Dollies?" "dolls Are Like Small Dead People. I Have Enough Dead People, Thanks.