Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

The power of women united, I am again reminded, is an invincible thing.

As my mother says, your forties are when you finally pay for your past mistakes, the cigarettes and sunburns, the Big Macs and smooth-talking men. She may be right.

It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

In fact, a case could be made that worrying about a problem actually prevents you from resolving it, because it deceives your mind into thinking that you're doing something when really you're not.

See that's what people don't get about food. It's never the food, it's the love that goes into making it. That's what's important.

I focused on the passing houses filled with couples who’d somehow survived this teenage craziness of ‘he likes her but she likes him and he likes somebody else, you just can’t win.’ How did they do it? How did they end up in their golden, warm and cozy living rooms with their 2.3 children and dogs and cats? Because getting from where I was to where they were seemed millions of light years away.