In Los Angeles, by the time you're 35, you're older than most of the buildings.
I'm planning to give up worrying. I want to, but I'm worried I won't be able to.
As for superpower: I wish I could eat a million pastries and not gain weight. I wish I were Pastry Woman.
One quarter of what you buy will turn out to be mistakes.
Preparing for the worst is an activity I have taken up since I turned thirty-five, and the worst actually began to happen.
Clothes have special power. I'll always remember the raspberry colored v-necked silk sweater I was wearing on my husband and my first date. If I hadn't been wearing that sweater that night, would any of it have happened?