“Today's my wedding day, Mom," he said softly aloud. "I'm marrying the woman I always told you I would someday.”
“I'm not married,” he said softly, “because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.”
“"Someday I'm going to marry someone like my mom and I'll be smiling all the time the way my Mom and Dad are.”
“Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.”
“If you live each day as if it were your last, someday you'll be right. Every morning I looked in the mirror and asked myself: If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I do today? ”
“Today is the day after my wedding. And nothing is the way I expected it to be.”