Character: Emily Wilson

- Have you taken your medication?
She always gets me with their drugs.
- Someone needs to make this heart beat.
- Still good when someone leaves you alone. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done without you.

- This will sound weird, but the house seems different without her hands. Something has changed. I can feel it. I think this is possible?
I know what you mean. When many years ago got sick my grandmother, the old house has changed too. If someone sucked from the walls of the soul.

- How is motherhood?
- It scares and fascinates at the same time. And exhausting. Frankly, a month after giving birth, I deep down wanted to send the twins back.

Aunt Bee didn't always agree with the opinion of most people that a real friend is one who rushes to the rescue when your life is a dark stripe. Is able to many. True friendship is when people value your happiness, sincerely happy for you, even if he is not very happy.

It's not my fault that you love. Love emerged by itself, and now can't stop it. The idea warmed me to the soul, even though I still sat alone on the cold porch.

Is it really necessary to let go and move on, hiding the love deep in your heart?

I have a feeling that I'm piecing the puzzle, and all around hiding the details.

It's funny remembering the day I can always smell burnt eggs and Tabasco. If I knew that it would be the smell of my shattered family life, would be baked pancakes.

New York is a fickle friend. This city loves those who are at the pinnacle of success, and turn away from losers.

Love is no hothouse flower, are reluctant to dissolve the buds, and the weed that suddenly blooms on the roadside.