Wars are started by the truth. Peace is proclaimed with lies.
I did not survive everything. No one ever does. Little pieces of you - sometimes the best of you - get lost in a little lie here, a little joke there. And of course, the aftereffect is the tiny sob - unseen, unheard, deeply felt.
You do know when people say 'chic,' they mean thin.
There can be no great love without exclusivity.
There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you.
The freedom to make mistakes is the one and only bonus of getting old.