When someone you love that much leaves you behind there isn't as much of you left to die when your own time comes.

Here is how it is for women. We become our schedules. That starts to feel good. Then it starts to feel necessary. Then it starts to feel like everything.

There's a strange sensation - you recall it from childhood - about sleeping in the afternoon. You rise into a different world from the one in which you lay down. The shadows have been rearranged. There's a sensation of sad sweetness, as if something has been overlooked. I used to feel it coming out of the movies just before dinnertime, after the matinee. How, I wondered, did Broadway actors face it, this bittersweet sense of time's slipping past.

Friendship for me is made from a tapestry of personalities, each of whom shares a part of all I care about.

Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time.

Feelings change fast when you're a teenager.

Being wanted is the tender heel of everything human.