Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

You can have the guts and the courtesy to tell a woman, to her face, that you no longer want to see her.

I am someone looking for love, real love, ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

There is a time of year in New York when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time, you need a blanket on your bed.

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breathe and reboot.

Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them.

I'm going to tell you something, there's two types of guys out there, the ones that hold your hand and the ones that fuck you.

He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress — you know it's not your style, but it's right there, so you try it on anyway.

— I have a terrible fear of heights.
— I don't. You've seen my shoes.

And finally, the most important break up rule: no matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never go through it without your friends.

— I looked over at him and I realized we belong together. So I picked a huge fight and threw him out of my apartment.
— Okay.

Hello, 911. I'm on fire.

My Zen teacher also said: the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not worry about the future. Of course, he died penniless and single.

After a break-up, certain streets, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional land mines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.

So all I have to do to meet the ideal man is give birth to him.