One of the great joys of falling in love is the feeling that the most extraordinary person in the entire world has chosen you.

He is my fate. He's my soul mate. He pervades my whole existence. So, of course, I often ignore him.

Reading makes me want to write my own books, and just trying to understand what I see in the world around me makes me want to figure things out.

I used to be very disciplined about only buying three books ahead of what I was reading, but my husband corrupted me, and now I'm dozens ahead of myself!

Be a storehouse of happy memories.

Happiness is hard because it's very subjective. I know the people that seem happiest to me, but whether they are actually - what they're really like inside is really hard to say.

Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good. Lower the bar. Actually spending ten minutes clearing off one shelf is better than fantasizing about spending a weekend cleaning out the basement.