People want to care about people. People look after each other, given the chance. ... I believe just believing in goodness generates a tiny bit of the stuff, so that being so foolish as to believe in our better natures, if just for a day, we actually contribute to the sum total of generosity in the universe.

Sometimes, if you want to be happy, you've got to run away to Bath and marry a punk rocker. Sometimes you've got to dye your hair cobalt blue, or wander remote islands in Sicily, or cook your way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year, for no very good reason.

The blog is certainly another tool for writers out there to break their way in. But being a blogger does not make you a great writer.

The nice thing about having a friend who is crazier than you are is that she bolsters your belief in your own sanity.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.