“Crystal ball and candle light, I want your dance tonight. Show me the power of love as we stand together in the middle of the night.”

“I love you, Meg. I want tomarry you. I want to sleep with you every night, make love with you, have kids. I want to fight together andwork together and—just be together. Now are you going to keep standing there, staring at me, or couldyou put me out of my misery and say you still love me, at least a little?”

“I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.”

“That's how you make me feel tonight. You. Crush. Me. Under your magnificent light show.”

“Man is the candle light and a woman is the moonlight. They live far away but can grow together during lonesome nights. ”

“You made me cut and dye my hair.”Surely he understands that we face greater problems? “I thought it would greatly improve your looks,” I snap.“Shorn hair is a sign of shame. You humiliate me greatly.”“I’ll light a candle tonight in honor of your dead tresses.”