I've been in love and it doesn't last. And when it's over, it's hell for a while. And then one discovers that life goes on. Eventually, one falls in love again. This pattern repeats itself until one is too jaded to believe in it anymore, or too old for all the upheaval.

You long to jump off, but you just can't work up the nerve, so you tell yourself you're content to look at the view.

There were times, however, when a man had to make a strategic retreat to win the game.

A woman could be as beautiful as she felt herself to be.

I suppose all moms have an idea who they hope their daughters will be. Like a connect-the-dots picture where you think you know what shape it will become. But then it's the daughter who draws the lines, and she might connect the dots you didn't intend, making a whole different picture. So I've gotta trust the dots she's given me, and she's gotta trust me to draw the picture myself.

Fact: More people are killed each year by teddy bears than by grizzly bears.

But when I close my eyes, I'm more like THIS under the surface: I'm laughing and scheming and dreaming.