Just because of that one disastrous blind date she had last year, where the guy turned out to be fifty-nine, not thirty-nine (He claimed it was a typo. Yeah, I’m sure his finger just happened to slip two spaces to the left).

Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?

you can always find something you want.

My childhood was spent embracing one literary heroine after another. I identified passionately with each one and would slavishly imitate them.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.

We’re on this planet for too short a time. And at the end of the day, what’s more important? Knowing that a few meaningless figures balanced—or knowing that you were the person you wanted to be?

Women need chocolate. It's a scientific fact.