She laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these women’s lives. Whatever it was, I was clearly missing it. It was so much more than just self-confidence; it seemed to be the ability to love oneself, enthusiastically and unsparingly, body and soul, naturally followed by the assumption that every man on the planet is dying to get in on the act.

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.

After the dress rehearsal that afternoon, someone had misplaced the vial of poison, and for lack of better, Romeo would have to commit suicide by eating Tic Tacs.

Only weak men want women to be weak.

I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure.

Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.