If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

Humor is a show of both strength and of vulnerability: you are willing to make the first move but you are trusting in the response of your listener.

If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

Anger is the quintessential individual-signature emotion: I am what makes me mad.

Although fear in the right dosage and under the right circumstance protects us ... imaginary fear offers straitjackets instead of lifejackets, nooses instead of safety nets.

Interestingly, anger and lust are also elusive states once they have passed. Trying to recall why you were angry about something when you've calmed down is like trying to remember why you were in love with someone who no longer attracts you: the initial impulse triggering the emotion is impossible to recapture.