Wars are started by the truth. Peace is proclaimed with lies.

when you speak of other people's marriages, you are, of course, saying something about your own.

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.

The dying process begins the minute we are born, but it accelerates during dinner parties.

You do know when people say 'chic,' they mean thin.

it was first love. There's no love like that. I don't wish it on a soul. I don't hate anyone enough.

There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you.