I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.