Quotes from Delia Ephron

Don't think I'm a snob, but Siracusa seemed like a tourist destination for people who were lower middle class. The Jersey Shore as opposed to Long Island Sound.

There we were, me and Honey. It wasn't France, but it was somehow fine.

And maybe he had more room for me in his heart.

What does a man do with an ugly truth? Will it fester? Will it fade?

serenading us with "Cielito Lindo." How odd, isn't that Spanish?

I thought about diving in, about crashing headfirst into the clear shallow sea, my head splintering. I also thought about the time between diving and landing when I imagine all people changed their minds. For me it was only a flirtation, not serious, merely an acknowledgment of how much I was dreading the next hours. It cheered me that I could have that fantasy.

men I could ever be interested in, writers and shrinks. Because they both have emotional curiosity. This

knowing (in her gone-ness that will always be part of me) that she would wish me to go ahead and find out what this is. I believe our hearts will tell us how to do this. P

am someone who needs to adjust to everything.

I can't stop for grief, which is surely why I am irritated.

And why do most of us want marriage? Crave it for status or for stability that is an illusion. Marriage can't protect you from heartbreak or the random cruelties and unfairnesses life deals out. It's

As complicated as joint custody is, it allows the delicious contradiction of having children and maintaining the intimacy of life-before-kid s.

In Los Angeles, by the time you're 35, you're older than most of the buildings.

I'm planning to give up worrying. I want to, but I'm worried I won't be able to.

For me, having it all - if one wants to define it at all - is the magical time when what you want and what you have match up.

There is something fantastic about getting divorced. Everyone should do it to experience the extraordinary sense of freedom after being in marriage jail.

Your basic extended family today includes your ex-husband or -wife, your ex's new mate, your new mate, possibly your new mate's ex and any new mate that your new mate's ex has acquired.

Wanting to be liked can get in the way of truth.

Being in your twenties has changed a lot since I was in my twenties, but it is still a time everything awful that happens is awful in a romantic way, even if you don't admit it (and you can't admit it because then you would be less important in the tragedy you're starring in, your own life)...because in your twenties you know, even if you don't admit this either, even if this is buried deep in your subconscious, that you can waste an entire decade and still have a life.

Again from a distance, Sukie was once again struck by her mother's chic and how different things can seem from far away, how there's more than one truth, the faraway truth and the truth close up.

Maybe the truth can't be buried. Or maybe it can't stay buried. Maybe the very nature of truth is that it will ultimately reveal itself.

God, secrets could simply do you in.

Giving with no expectation of a return is the only way to give," he said. That is, of course, the absolute truth, although I had not thought of it before.

I was always decoding. I was hyperalert. Being hyperalert is a lasting thing. Being a watcher. Noticing emotional shirts, infinitesimally small tremors that flit over another person's face, the jab in a seemingly innocuous word, the quickening in a walk, an abrupt gesture - the way, say, a jacket is tossed over a chair.