I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.

Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.

My household is, in a nice way, very busy.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.

You should find him because he loves you.