Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.

It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.

To stretch the truth is to tell a lie.

To find someone who will love you through success and failure is to discover how little life has to do with either.