Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely.
Sometimes I can’t figure designers out. It’s as if they flunked human anatomy.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.
For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it’s time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
When your mother asks, Do you want a piece of advice? it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.