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

In fiction, I searched for my favorite authors, women I have trusted to reassure me than not all teenage guys are total ditwads, that the archetype of the noble cute hero who devotes himself to the girl he loves has not gone the way of the rotary phone. That all I had to do was be myself (smart, hardworking, funny) and be patient and kind and he and I would find each other. As Bea would say, this why they call it fiction.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

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.

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

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

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.