You know, when someone has been crying, something gets left in the air. It's not something you can see or smell, or feel. Or draw. But it's there.

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

Did you find yourself?" "What?" said my sister. "Did you find yourself?" "She found me," I said.

We were both chumps. But you know what? It's not so bad when you're chumps together.

Whatever it means to be a friend, taking a black eye for someone has to be in it.

A comedy isn’t about being funny...a comedy is about characters who dare to know that they may choose a happy ending after all.

Okay, so maybe sometimes the real world is smiles and miracles.