The turkeys I eat are raised on farms. They're different. They've signed on the dotted line.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

She knew there were only small joys in life--the big ones were too complicated to be joys when you got all through--and once you realized that, it took a lot of the pressure off.

So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.

She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the dead center of it, and that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

I don't have a love life. I have a like life.'Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...

It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.

Kindness is a girl's best friend.

Let me be mad, then, by all means! mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world! Vive la folie! Vive l'amour! Vive l'animalisme! Vive le Diable!

My love of soft, runny cheese - it's impossible to resist.

Failure is not the opposite of success; it's part of success.

There either is a god or there is not; there is a 'design' or not.

The marvelous thing about a good question is that it shapes our identity as much by the asking as it does by the answering.

Why do we complain about the Fall? It is not on its account that we were expelled from Paradise, but on account of the Tree of Life, lest we might eat of it.

If our zeal is embittered by expressions of anger, invective, or scorn—we may think we are doing service of the cause of truth, when in reality we shall only bring it into discredit!

When I was younger and my parents used to always slap my hand if I was picking my nose or if I was running around screaming I was told to shut up.

If a grasshopper tries to fight a lawnmower, one may admire his courage but not his judgement.