Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.

The value of marriage is not that adults produce children, but that children produce adults.

You can make a sordid thing sound like a brilliant drawing-room comedy. Probably a fear we have of facing up to the real issues. Could you say we were guilty of Noel Cowardice?