What are you willing to give up, in order to become who you really need to be?

David was catnip and kryptonite to me.

Nothing is less efficient than perfectionism.

This was not my moment to be seeking romance and (as day follows night) to further complicate my already knotty life. This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.

Now, if you are like me - if you are like practically anybody in America - then you probably hold some negative opinions about the French, based upon movies, rumors, recent headlines, unfortunate run-ins with Parisian waiters, or... you know... all that unpleasantness surrounding the Vichy regime.

How could two people who were so in love not end up happily ever after? It had to work. Didn’t it?

I would say that if you really want to STOP knowing someone, you have to divorce him.