Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.

Your boyfriend had a dream about potatoes and you're asking me to interpret it? I'm just old. Being old doesn't mean you know more; it means you ate enough fiber.

Although our emotions sometimes behave like spoiled, selfish children, unfortunately we cannot send them to their room or tell them to stop screaming.

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

I write about what interests me. It's very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience.

I feel like a cliche.

It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and senseless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart.