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

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that's all you have - happy memories.

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.

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

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.

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