You do know, I hope, that no man under the age of forty can even approach fascinating.

Beastly of him to die before you realized he might be fascinating.

Age has given me what I was looking for my entire life - it has given me me . It has provided time and experience and failures and triumphs and time-tested friends who have helped me step into the shape that was waiting for me. I fit into me now. I have an organic life, finally, not necessarily the one people imagined for me, or tried to get me to have. I have the life I longed for. I have become the woman I hardly dared imagine I would be.

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

He walked into the bathroom, wincing at himself in the mirror, that always more tired older brother.

There's no such thing is aging, but maturing and knowledge. It's beautiful, I call that beauty.