I know I'm not a wordsmith. And I don't write poetry. Sometimes I think I should, because it's really helpful. But I always wanted to write novels.

I don't go to parties to meet men. I go to parties to stand in a corner and watch people.

The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor.

Happiness comes out of being willing to do your work in your twenties to find out who you are, what you love.

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away

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.