Inner beauty is never found in the mirror.

When we look in the mirror what we see is a version of who we imagine we are. If we imagine we are beautiful, we find beauty. If we imagine we look tired and strained, we see someone tired and strained. The mirror does not reflect back some axiomatic truth. It reflects a version of what it sees that changes instantly.

A beautiful woman is like a painting and remains beautiful no matter how old she is.

When you fall in love, everything is impregnated with new meaning. It is as if you suddenly have borderline personality disorder.

All girls compare themselves with every other girl. It is our nature; our tragedy, and it all changes when we fall in love.

I understood how strangers met and fell into bed, not how they met and fell in love. I wasn't sure what falling in love meant. The very notion seemed so corny, so arbitrary, so fragile.