There was a form of contentment in doing what she could and not worrying about the rest.

Two types of people laugh at the law: those that break it and those that make it.

It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me.

He who will lose a present good for one in expectation hath some wit, but a small store of wisdom.

Drama in our lives is the greatest indicator that we're not focused on meaningful goals. On the path to purpose you don't have time for drama.

None who has known the charity of wine, Its pity, the cool logic of its spell Will waver in his loyalty, or dwell In any heaven where the grape lacks a shrine.

I have my team focused on the front end, working on the user experience, and making sure we have all the wiki-like tools people need to work on the site. We're just cranking away.

She had all the best things wrong with her—incest, insanity, drug addiction, bulimia, alopecia: you name it. All the perfect stuff for a memoir. She’s so lucky.

The way out is through the door you came in.

Blame is a bitter and indigestible thing, even when the blame is a coat you cut for yourself, even when you stood right there and got yourself measured so you could wear it right.

All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.