She would grace his home with her charm and beauty and she would make his bed joyous, all without ever having to shame his hearth with another man’s memory of her shamelessness.

It is a rule of mine never to ask unsolicited questions of people over twenty-one. I am only giving them the option of lying if they choose to. They would tell me the truth without my asking if they wanted me to know. To me that’s fair enough.

I’m a writer. I don’t cook and I don’t clean.

Beauty is but skin deep, ugly to the bone. And when beauty fades away, ugly claims its own.

Because if you don’t know someone all that well, you react to their surface qualities, the superficial stereotypes-they throw off like sparks. But once you fight through the sparks and get to the person, you find just that, a person, a big jumble of likes, dislikes, fears, and desires.

I never knew a man who got so hurt in his pocketbook.

Identity is not inherent. It is shaped by circumstance and sensitivity and resistance to self-pity.

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

To know how much there is to know is the beginning of learning to live.

If the Best is yet to come, the Present will blend with it Beautifully.