That's my daughter's baby pictures and my son's baby pictures. They're all ruined and mildewed.

We bought this house in '73 and all their childhood memories are tied up with this house. They really wanted me to restore it and that's what I'm going to do. I'm hoping it doesn't happen again. If it does, I'll rebuild again, because this is my home.

Those memories are all I have. I don't have anything else.

Our sex life has been ruined since the arrival of our first baby. We can't be so spontaneous because we don't want the nanny to hear us. We can't scream and yell like we used to.

Maybe he would ruin her like the waves crashes the shore, but nothing was more beautiful for her than wanting to be wrecked into his demise. In his ruins she breathed to exist.

She'd never find another man like him as long as she lived. He was ruining her for any other, and the pleasure of it was beyond bearing.