All it means is that, while our minds may have trouble communicating, our bodies don't have any problem at all." "I don't think it's that simple." "Sure it is." "The earth moved," she said softly. "That has to be more than bodies communicating.

I'll take care of my mother," he said grimly. "I love her, but she doesn't run my life." "Yeah, that's what we all say. You. Me. Lucy." She stabbed the stick into the dirt. "These are powerful women. They're sane, they're smart, they rule their worlds, and they love us ferociously. A potent combination that makes it touch to pretend they're normal mothers.

You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I know you don’t believe it, but I’m going to prove it to you.

They've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter." Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird." Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.

Old radicals never changed. They just got law degrees and updated their bag of tricks.

Just out of curiosity, sweetheart; did you ever talk to your doctor about givin' you some tranquilizers?

I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)