Better red than dead. Not sure what that means, but I say it in my head every time I put lipstick on.

Lips are the outward sign, the emblem of desire, and lipstick is the ink in which we graffiti that message on our smile, our pout and pucker. When a girl blows a man a kiss she is sending him a piece of her soul.

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.

He tastes of rice with a touch of saffron. He says I taste of seafood. I guess we'd make a good paella.