Maybe we were being a bit unrealistic, but we had this hope that if we could just get into the Ivy League, everything would be set. We dreamed of Gothic libraries and leafy green quads and romantic dorms with fireplaces and guys who were not only cute but also smart and charming, and, quite possibly, British. In college, we believed, we’d finally find our 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.

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

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

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

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.