The price of telling your troubles is having to listen to advice.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?

There was no truth in anything he said, anything he believed. It was all just an expression of his own needs.

I absolutely loved being famous. It was all great, up until the point when it wasn't.

Then why don't you go and ---- yourself.

With every song I have a person in mind who, in a perfect world, would perform with me. Usually I end up not getting that person, and I'm forced to settle for someone else.

Of all the views that are detached from reality, the most delusional is that Christians are persecuted in the U.S.

God be thanked for books! They are the voices of the distant and the dead.

Irene Bennett Brown keeps the promise of her gifted writing and love for history inside this fine contemporary mystery. I loved it.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

In Russia, people suffer from the stillness of time.