It's never the differences between people that surprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

House rule number nine. No roach shall drink or eat out of the good cups in the kitchen. The plastic cups are in the pantry.

It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

A house doesn't become a home until love moves in.