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.

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.

The people I work with are like family. I don't mean this in a nice way.

Think of the funniest story from your life. Chances are, it was something awful at the time.

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

Most cooks would not, for example, prepare an important, elaborate, and difficult dish on the back-burner. Neither should we relegate the cultivation and preparation of happiness for a position where it is both hard to reach and difficult to infuse with new ingredients.

I personally translated the word 'vendetta' as Italian for 'What do you mean, "you want to see other women"?