We were getting a divorce. But not from each other. Then we were going to get married. But not to each other.

“Bury the truth, along with the bodies of the disbelievers.”

“If I were a professor, I’d bring my cat to class. I’d be silent until it meowed…”

“I was able to preserve my integrity, in jars along with strawberries.”

“Love is like breakfast with Mildred. Who’s Mildred? How the heck should I know?…”