That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world.

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

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.

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.

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

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.