If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.