874.

I want to write a love story. Preferably mine.

873.

Looking in her eyes, she saw forever.

872.

She remained in a serious mood, even as the majestic trees, the voluminous clouds, the quiet water and the `now' in nature threatened to break her soul into song.

871.

She didn't enjoy herself, except by imagining that she was with him.

870.

I spoke to a woman I used to love today, in a café in the desert. (Fragile Things, 304)

869.

I thought i was your destination. Looks like i was just another stop on the line. (Fragile Things, 304)

868.

She said, "I love you." It fell like a coin into a deep dark well,
without an echo.

867.

Death becomes her? A snitch in time saves two?

866.

Afraid.

865.

Sour chilli in her nose, following her to work.

864.

It is unbelievable that in one hour and forty-five minutes, they
should create for her 20 hours of work.

863.

He heard her say, "Are we breaking up this weekend?"

862.

Those in the closet learn to stake their claim inconspicuously.

861.

She peered at the videocamera screen - an inquisitive pixie.

860.

She hated having to be verbal.

859.

All my friends are married and I cannot settle down.

858.

Chinese fans and a sexy pose.

857.

Two pillows propped vertical on a bed.

856.

`What is the time?' she asked. `Well, we woke up late,' she replied.

855.

`Tell me the time' you say.  And what you really say is `Tell me a story.' (Weight, 7)

854.

By the time she unwrapped the rubber, she had forgotten what she had
to erase!