The dying process begins the minute we are born, but it accelerates during dinner parties.
The freedom to make mistakes is the one and only bonus of getting old.
Hate is funny. Love isn't. Love can kill you. Hate can keep you alive.
There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you.
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.