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.

Birthdays are a reward for having shown up 365 days in a row. It's like getting a badge for attendance.

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

I have an intimate relationship with books. After all, I take them with me into the bathtub-not an invitation I offer lightly.

Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.

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 search for truth can be compared to a cat chasing her tail: frantic in her pursuit, her quarry nevetheless eludes her; despite the fact that all the world can see it's right there, it remains just beyond her reach. It cannot be possessed because, paradoxically, it is already part of her.