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

Having been married so many times, I know that one of the few things I am an expert in is falling in love.

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

[I] had gotten to the point where I simply could not make a bad vinaigrette, this was not exactly the stuff of drama. (Even now, I cannot believe Mark would want to risk losing that vinaigrette. You just don't bump into vinaigrettes that good.)

American society has a remarkable ability to resist change, or to take whatever change has taken place and attempt to make it go away.

Why do people write books that say it's better to be older than to be younger? It's not better. Even if you have all your marbles, you're constantly reaching for the name of the person you met the day before yesterday.

It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, was I really in love or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love or was I just desperate?