Like all of my friends, she's a lousy judge of character.

At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me.

If you aren't cute, you may as well be clever.

The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.

I find it ridiculous to assign a gender to an inanimate object incapable of disrobing and making an occasional fool of itself.

but I have no mind for business and considered staying awake to be enough of an accomplishment.

I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

People are often frightened of Parisians, but an American in Paris will find no harsher critic than another American.

My first semester I had only nine students. Hoping they might view me as professional and well prepared, I arrived bearing name tags fashioned in the shape of maple leaves.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

Scream at the mangled leather carcass lying at the foot of the stairs, and my parents would roar with laughter. "That's what you get for leaving your wallet on the kitchen table.

In the rain Still crying In the rain She’s dancing Again & again Broken hearts Still meltingLike ice on fire ….

Stop battling with yourself. Be kind to yourself.

Brooke was always my summer. She’ll always be my summer. And I had already made my choice a long time ago. Loving Brooke was what I was made to do.

There is a courage of happiness as well as a courage of sorrow.

The old Romans all wished to have a king over them because they had not yet tasted the sweetness of freedom.

One of the best things about aging is being able to watch imagination overtake memory.

There should always be some flowering and maturing of the fruits of nature in the cooking process.

God first, family second, career third.

If we don't occupy ourself with everything, then peaceful mind will have nowhere to abide.

One who is afraid of time becomes a prey of time. But time itself becomes a prey of that one who is not afraid of it.