"God, that's a relief. I hope I never have to walk in that front door again." "It's too bad, to have all that and lose it. That's like the American dream. What every man thinks is the perfect life. A family, success, stuff." "Is that your idea of the big dream, John?" He laughed. "My idea is a lot smaller." She stared at his profile for a long moment. Then very quietly she said, "I bet it's not really smaller. But maybe a lot less complicated." And he thought, not anymore. His idea of the perfect life, the best he could have in the universe, was sitting right next to him. So close, yet so far out of his reach. *"