In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

Get involved. You don't want to look back on your life and realize that you successfully managed to stay out of it.

What you don't realize as a kid is that if your parents are always going to be there for you, they aren't going to be somewhere else doing exciting and glamorous things.

I like friends who, when you tell them you need a moment alone, know enough not to stray too far.

I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.

I've lived enough of my life story to know this- Fate writes the book, but you make the movie.

Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.