“Your screenplay sucks, Mrs. Frey, but I know a way you can make it up to me. And afterward, you can stay late and rewrite the ending."

Hey, it's my birthday.

We thought midlife hadn't been hard enough up until now so we decide to date while we trudged through the Celibate Desert. We're so thirsty.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Mavish,” he cried, and she pushed him away. “Please don’t take my boy!” he begged in anguish.

As the car began to skid, sparks flew up from the plane's propellors as they dug into the concrete.

At Waffle House there's a chance the cook would ash his dart in the grits.

"You don't have to feign interest in film for me," he said, letting me off the hook. "Oh, thank goodness," I groaned.

He was from California, I was from Texas and we met in the bush of Australia as kids. And then we met again when our lives were almost over.

"Lark, have you ever had a woman?" No, he said but he had come close. "As close as we are now?" Suzannah asked. He shook his head and smiled

I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

There's only so much temptation a couple of divorced, celibate grownups can take.

I said sourly, “I used rubber bands to make my costume & you used Paramount Pictures." "You're still the fairest lass," my movie star said.

“So, you’re an ex-wife?” he asked. I was so shocked, but I laughed. “Isn’t every wife an ex-wife? I mean, eventually?” I replied.

Flying lessons and surprise tattoos: I'm not one for exclamation points but this story is just full of them.

“Is that your Lexus outside?” I asked her. “Uh, yeah,” she blustered. I held up my keys. "I'm going to carve the word 'whore' into it."

He put his hands against the door on either side of my head and leaned in and kissed me roughly pushing me up against the door with his body

I wrote that divorce does something to our children that I am not smart enough to figure out. But Gerry figured out it teaches them to leave