Charm is like tinsel without the tree. What's tinsel without the tree? Shredded tinfoil. - Anna Quindlen

There was a period when I believed stuff meant something. I thought that if you had matching side chairs and a sofa that harmonized and some beautiful lamps to light them you would have a home, that elegance signaled happiness.

Sometimes I live so much in my mind that I forget what is right before my eyes.

Then when she really thought about it she realized she’d been becoming different people for as long as she could remember but had never really noticed, or had put it down to moods, or marriage, or motherhood. The problem was that she’d thought that at a certain point she would be a finished product.