Motherhood didn't make you stronger; it made you vulnerable and afraid of what death could steal from you.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

We dream our dreams, and sometimes they take us to places we never anticipate. But they are our dreams, and we go where they lead.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn't look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.

Why am I so famous? What am I doing right? What are the others doing wrong?

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

Thinking like we (always) have is what got us where we are. It is not going to get us where we are going.

If you're overfishing at the top of the food chain, and acidifying the ocean at the bottom, you're creating a squeeze that could conceivably collapse the whole system.

I love money because I've earned it.

I thank God for not making me a computer scientist.

The true beauty of a woman is her inherent ability to make better a man in every way.

As I said, I had no publisher for What a Carve Up! while I was writing it, so all we had to live off was my wife's money and little bits I was picking up for journalism.

This wine should be eaten, it is too good to be drunk.