Coffe is the perfume of morning.

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

Snow, here?" Eric was as delighted as a child. "I love snow!" Why was I not surprised? "Maybe we will get snowed in together," he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

Pam: "Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?