If I had my life to live over, I'd have fewer meetings and more rendezvous.

The mind, as you age, Is an artist, it seems. Monet paints your mem’ries, Picasso your dreams.

Life is a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up.

You can accept a falling out that changes your plans, but it's hard to accept a betrayal that changes your memories.

You spend the first two-thirds of your life asking to be left alone and the last third not having to ask.

When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

While I occasionally enjoy a bout of nostalgia, I would generally rather dream forward than backward.