He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

No one knows how strong they are until they have to be.

Because you promised? But you've promised me load of things. Like to cherish me and to love till death do us part.

He didn't even attempt to smile and I knew then that I had lost him.

If he says he doesn't love you anymore and does love this other woman, you've got to accept it. Maybe he will come back, maybe he won't, but either way, you've got to live through this.

As they say in New York, Get over it and, if you can't get over it, Get over talking about it.

If it was that beautiful, why did I leave you

Don't make the mistake of letting pride get in the way of forgiveness. You still love him. He still loves you. Don't throw it all away just because your feelings are hurt.

People always want the bad guy to pay for his sin, until they're him.

It doesn't matter if they hate you, or embarrass you, or simply don't appreciate your genius for inventing the internet-""You invented the inte

Metaphors are something grown-ups use when they can't set troublesome boys on fire.

For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

If you are centered in peace and think thoughts that are kind and loving, you will attract the same kind of ideas and feelings back to you. Remember, thoughts are like very powerful magnets!

Information doesn’t deserve to be free. It is an abstract tool; a useful fantasy, a nothing. It is nonexistent until and unless a person experiences it in a useful way.

I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.

Our feeling is that the status quo often gets a boost and this is the new status quo.

We are still a nation of laws. You just have to check with Barack Obama every day to see what they are.

After Andy Warhol died, it left a dark cloud over N.Y.C. nightlife.