The keys that unlock the heart are made of funny materials: a disarming phrase that comes out of the blue, nowhere, a certain sexy walk that sends you reeling, the way someone hums when she is alone. My father said it was the way my mother danced with him.

Some people are like blue jeans- the older and more beat up they get, the better they look.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.

Everyone coming out of a perfume store is smelling the back of their hand.

I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.

Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.