Flawed, we're truly interesting, truly memorable, and yes, truly beautiful.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.

Adventure in life is good; consistency in coffee even better.

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

I hated roses. I hated them for being so trite, so clichéd, a default, all-purpose flower that said I love you, I'm sorry, and get well soon. Give me peonies and tulips, orchids or gardenia. Those were flowers with character.

Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee?