I feel like I'm waiting here. Waiting for something that hasn't happened yet. Something that isn't yet. But that's all I feel and nothing else. I don't know if I even exist.

“Sugar has a very special, oversized place on my food pyramid.”

“...every woman has one unforgivable thing, one thing that she'll never be able …”

“I know at that moment what he's given me and it isn't a chair. It's an invitati…”

“Seriously, Josh. What the hell?”