This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.

Why didn't I buy a new phone earlier? Why don't I always walk around with a spare phone? It should be the law, like having a spare tire.

A divorce is like a controlled explosion. Everyone on the outside is OK.

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?

Oh, please. If she's going to use Mr. Darcy to prop up her arguments, I give up.

Life is like an escalator. You see, it carries you on regardless. And you might as well enjoy the view and seize every opportunity while you're passing. Otherwise, it'll be too late.

There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.