I Guess This Is What Marriage Is,

He Didn't Like It All That Much When He First Came - All The Rubbish And The Rush - But It Was Growing On Him, It Wasn't Half Bad. Coming To The City Was Like Entering A Tunnel, He Said, And Finding To Your Surprise That The Light At The End Didn't Matter; Sometimes In Fact The Tunnel Made The Light Tolerable.

There Are No Days More Full Than Those We Go Back To.

I’m Not Interested In Blind Optimism, But I’m Very Interested In Optimism That Is Hard-won, That Takes On Darkness And Then Says, ‘this Is Not Enough.’ But It Takes Time, More Time Than We Can Sometimes Imagine, To Get There. And Sometimes We Don’t.

Some People Think Love Is The End Of The Road, And If You're Lucky Enough To Find It, You Stay There. Other People Say It Just Becomes A Cliff You Drive Off, But Most People Who've Been Around Awhile Know It's Just A Thing That Changes Day By Day, And Depending On How Much You Fight For It, You Get It, Or You Hold On To It, Or You Lose It, But Sometimes It's Never Even There In The First Place.

Whenever Summer Rolls Around I Begin To Realize That I'm A Complete And Utter Book Snob. In Relation To Reading, I Have Absolutely No Guilty Pleasures At All. No Graphic Novels. No Murder Mysteries. My Summer Read Is Really No Different From My Winter Read. I Know Many Bookshops And Magazines Would Have Me Believe That Our Summer Forays Are Different, But Literature Is Literature, And Unfortunately Snobbery Is Snobbery.