It’s only when you’re at the bottom of the ladder that you ascend.

Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

If you know you can do it - if you can already chart every day in your future - then why bother? Choose to do something you have more trouble imagining. Take a chance.

My longing to improve my looks via The Body Shop is being replaced by my longing to improve my looks via Photoshop.

Birthdays are a reward for having shown up 365 days in a row. It's like getting a badge for attendance.

How about "diamonds are a girl's best friends"? Nope. It should be switched around and pointed out, instead, that your best friends are diamonds.

Think of the funniest story from your life. Chances are, it was something awful at the time.

Confessions are like tattoos in that 1) You convince yourself that the immediate pain of going through the process means it won't bother you later on; 2) They are permanent.

Envy is what makes you, when an acquaintance is lustily telling you that she's dating a Greek god of a guy, ask, 'Which one, Hades?'

Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.

Truth is like nuclear waste: it needs to be dealt with carefully. Sometimes it needs to be buried way, way out of town. And sometimes it should never be uncovered at all.

There is October in every November and there is November in every December! All seasons melted in each other’s life!

The crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.

When an American asks for the cooperation of his fellow citizens, it is seldom refused; and I have often seen it afforded spontaneously and with great good will.

Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience.

[She] always knew he was a fiction but believed in him anyway.

I like to think I can keep a pretty level head.

Through the act of translation we break out of linguistic confinement and reach many other communities.

Whatever may happen the sun will rise tomorrow as it rose to-day, beneficent and serene.

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.

I don't compare 'em, I just catch 'em.