“I feel like I am either on the cusp of something great, or standing on the edge of my abyss, discovering something brand new, or uncovering somebody elses lost imagination.”

“I'm either on the cusp of greatness or the edge of insanity.”

“Hope is believing in something that eludes you. It's a desperate feeling in a desperate situation.”

“Today I feel like I did tomorrow.”

“Where am I going to grow a garden in a penthouse?”“Next time I visit I’ll fix you up a spot in one of the corners. You won’t even know it’s there until its time to harvest.”“Wonderful.” But then it occurred to her. “Jenny, next time you visit?” “What? What is it?” Jennifer asked. Christine half stuttered. “You have never been to my penthouse.”“Really?” Jennifer thought back when something came to mind. “Well, what was that great big building we went to the last time we visited? You know, we went all the way to the top.”“That was the Empire State building.”“No fooling? Huh, what do you know? Well you should move in there, it was beautiful as I recall.” “You can’t move into the Empire State building.” “Oh, that’s right,” Jennifer soon realized, “those mean terrorists tore it down. My, that was just awful.”

“You know," Kavita begins, "I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste.""No you don't." Nick plainly states. "No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that.”

“How am I going to explain to my kids one day that I can't buy them a happy meal because the toy will make them fat?”