Writing a short story is like having a short intense affair, whereas writing a novel is like a long rich marriage.

Even the handsomest men do not have the same momentary effect on the world as a truly beautiful woman does.

How easily we ignore or forget the small kindnesses and considerations in life which are really the only everyday magic we witness on a regular basis. Just think- to make happiness out of nothing more than a few kind words or a generous gesture.

You know people don't get better as we get older- we just get more of who we are.

I feel like a cliche.

Its easy to lose sight of what you want when you think you want everything.

Part of life is a quest to find that one essential person who will understand our story. But we choose wrongly so often. Over the ensuing years that person we thought understood us best ends up regarding us with pity, indifference, or active dislike. Those who truly care can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive our worst sins. Rarely do we find someone capable of both.