Marriages Come And Go, But Divorce Is

It Had Better Be Quirky Or Perverse Or Thoughtful Enough So That You Hit Some Chord In Them. I Mean We've All Read Pieces Where We Thought, 'oh, Who Gives A Damn.'

Well, It Was A Million Tiny Little Things That, When You Added Them All Up, They Meant We Were Supposed To Be Together... And I Knew It. I Knew It The Very First Time I Touched Her. It Was Like Coming Home... Only To No Home I'd Ever Known... I Was Just Taking Her Hand To Help Her Out Of A Car And I Knew. It Was Like... Magic. - Sleepless In Seattle

Food Became, For Dinner Parties In The Sixties, What Abstract Expressionism Had Been In The Fifties.

The Hardest Thing About Writing Is Writing.

I Want To Talk To Her. I Want To Have Lunch With Her. I Want Her To Give Me A Book She Just Read And Loved. She Is My Phantom Limb, And I Just Can’t Believe I’m Here Without Her.”- On Losing Her Best Friend