Better, Cilla Thought, To Be Alone On

Love Can Really Screw You Up Before You Learn To Live With It.

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 Love You. I Don't Know When It Started, Years Ago Or Weeks. But I Know My Heart's Lost To You, And I Wouldn't Have It Another Way. You're What I Want, All There Is Of You.

I Think She Was The Love Of His Life. When You've Got One Of Those, It Does Stuff To You. It Makes You Think About Them Even When You're Doing Routine Things. It Makes You Want To Protect Them, To Make Them Happy And Safe.