Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed.

I think most of us become self-critical as soon as we become self-conscious.

We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives...not looking for flaws, but for potential.

Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to a job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it.

Women have gained access to the institutions, but not enough power to overhaul them.

We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.