I can only hope he's an Aries and not a Scorpio.

I always thought that there was a really good chance that I wasn't going to get married.

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.

He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.

I have a house in the Connecticut countryside where you'll always find me, summer or winter.

Out of all the neighborhoods in Manhattan, Soho in particular had the charged atmosphere of a movie set, populated with passersby who looked like extras from Central Casting, so perfectly did they fit into this environment. There was the feeling of everything being not quite real, or too perfectly cliched to actually be true, and it began to rain in a fine, misty drizzle from a black patent leather sky.

Oh I don't plan on getting married. It's a legalized form of prostitution.