I wrote one monster and suddenly every man I knew thought he was the main character. by Mary Shelley

Fair, but I still think the real tragedy is that the boat got the best writing.

You were the storm until you needed me to hold the umbrella and the plot.

George, you cannot keep calling yourself the best part when your favorite hobby was arriving late and making it everyone’s problem.

Mary, I was the storm, you were the notebook.

Both of you are exhausting, but I’ll allow this because my entrance remains the best part.