Some say we can't choose who we fall in love with; love chooses us.

Nic's going to be an old maid," Michael said, giggling. "What?" she snapped. "How do you even know what that means? You're like, four years old." "Mommy said it," Michael answered. Bernie coughed, nearly choking on her food as Peter and Xavier laughed into their napkins.

In him I saw my furture In him I saw my friend In him I saw my destiny Both my beginning and end

I believe it stands for 'mother I'd like to...befriend.

My girlfriend is an angel." -Xavier

I suppose he'll just have to do," she amended. "You'll have to suffer in silence with your male model...I feel for you." "Oh, stop it, Molly.

How could you tell children they were playing with fire if they´d never had the experience of being burned?