Unhappiness is our element. We come to believe we can't function without it.

Each one an antidote to the one that went before. Each one a reaction, an about-face, a rebound.

Once I worshipped Keats for dying young. Now I think it's braver to die old.

If you apologize for something that isn't your fault in the first place, you, in effect, confirm their belief that it is your fault.

Courage is the only Magic worth having.

As women, we can't look old. We can't be fat. We're supposed to look like the 14-year-old models in Vogue, who are younger and younger and skinnier and skinnier, and they are air-brushed and contoured and Photoshopped.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.