If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.

You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.

Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.

The critical lessons in life hold sway whether you like it or not.

It's disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.

The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.

My second husband and I were going through a bitter divorce, and I didn't have the money for a fancy-pants attorney. I didn't know how to fight, so I'd lie awake at night and think of ways to kill him. But I knew I'd get caught, so I decided to put it in a book and get paid for it! I always think it's odd that a whole career came out of that homicidal impulse.