Maintenance is what you have to do just so you can walk out the door knowing that if you go to the market and bump into a guy who once rejected you, you won't have to hide behind a stack of canned food. I don't mean to be too literal about this.

Eat every meal as if it's your last; when the last one comes, you probably won't be very hungry.

I married him against all evidence. I married him believing that marriage doesn't work, that love dies, that passion fades, and in so doing I became the kind of romantic only a cynic is truly capable of being.

I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... magic.

Marriages come and go, but divorce is forever.

Consciousness-raising is at the very least supposed to bring about an intimacy, but what it seems instead to bring about are the trappings of intimacy, the illusion of intimacy, a semblance of intimacy.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.