Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

This is probably the advantage of being stupid. Stupid people just do. We tend to overthink. If we could eliminate the “over” and just think, then we could do, too. Only we’d be smarter doers because we’d be thinkers.

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.

Risk is the universe's way of pushing us to become more than what we are. Risk is faith at the edge. Risk is the pulsating nature of life.

Sometimes if you wait too long, it's too late.

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

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