There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right.

My generation was not only maligned in book reviews and attacked in graduate school but we lived to see our adored and adorable daughters wonder why feminism had become a dirty word.

I think books are like people, in the sense that they'll turn up in your life when you most need them.

These days he was like a zombie, all grim business, just another jerk with an erection.

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey.At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.

I look out onto this world I'm in and hope that one day all people will be accepted and valued as they are.

You can't help everyone and most critically you can't help people who don't need you or see the value you have to offer

I love dreams.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

I love to not defend ever and to open my mind and take in what can always add to me, not take away from me.

If you cut off your arm instead of going 'spurt, spurt, spurt' wouldn't it, like, go nuts? Or would it go with the beat of your heart?

A man's tie should never be louder than his wife.