... Imperfection Would Get Me Farther Than

I Took A Deep Breath. "are You Free Tonight?" There Was A Long, Pregnant Pause. "what About The Man In The Dream?" He Finally Asked. "there Is No Man In The Dream.

I Realized I’m In Love. It's Always Been Right In Front Of Me.

You're Not As Much Of A Lost Cause As She Was. I Mean, With Her, I Had To Overcome Her Deep, Epic Love With A Russian Warlord. You And I Just Have To Overcome Hundreds Of Years' Worth Of Deeply Ingrained Prejudice And Taboo Between Our Two Races. Easy.

Even Now, Despite Angeline's Watchfulness, She'd Occasionally Oscillate Between Random Topics, Like How Shepherd's Pie Wasn't A Pie At All And Why It Was Pointless For Her To Take Class In Typing When Technology Would Eventually Develop Robot Companions To Do It For Us.

Don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go.