A Real Relationship Is Two-way.

Philosophy Wasn't About Facts, It Was About Ideas. My First Essay Title Was Something Like: 'how Can You Know What Other People Are Thinking?' I Thought, 'wow, What An Amazing Thing.' I Really Thought Deeply For The First Time.

There Are Some Things I Don't Understand About Jess And Never Will. No Wedding Dress. No Flowers. No Photo Album. No Champagne. The Only Thing She Got Out Of Her Wedding Was A Husband. (i Mean, Obviously The Husband Is The Main Point When You Get Married. Absolutely. That Goes Without Saying. But Still, Not Even A New Pair Of Shoes?)

Like Most Of Us, I'm Used To Juggling About 52 Roles In Life. Wife. Mother. Sister. Friend. Author. Sometimes I Feel A Bit 'multiple-personality'.

Youth Is Still Where You Left It, And That's Where It Should Stay. Anything That Was Worth Taking On Life's Journey, You'll Already Have Taken With You.

You Know What Hans Told Me Last Week?" She Says As I Open The Door Of My Fitting Room. "he Told Me To Write Down A List Of Everything I Wanted To Say About That Women-and Then Tear It Up. He Said I'd Feel A Sense Of Freedom." "oh Right," I Say Interestedly. "so What Happened?" "i Wrote It All Down," Says Laurel. "and Then I Mailed It To Her!