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.

Hate is funny. Love isn't. Love can kill you. Hate can keep you alive.

The freedom to make mistakes is the one and only bonus of getting old.

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

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

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.