The baby, a girl, is born at 6:24 a.m. She weighs six pounds, ten ounces. The mother takes the baby in her arms and asks her, "Who are you, my little one?" And in response, this baby, who is Liz and not Liz at the same time, laughs.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in canine?

Sorry but nothing of much importance ever happened to me...I'm just a girl who forgot to look both ways before crossing the street.

He told me that love was the only thing that really mattered in the world.

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

But then again maybe "I will" is nicer. It has a future in it.