“Today I feel like I did tomorrow.”

“If only yesterday could be my tomorrow then today wouldn't even matter.”

“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.”

“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.”

“I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?"Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?"Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have.”

“Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.”

“I don't like to give up on people when they need someone not to give up on them.”