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.

I don't think marriages break up because of what you do to each other. They break up because of what you must become in order to stay in them.

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

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

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.

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

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