I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.

— Nora Ephron

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. Furthermore, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. Furthermore, I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

— Nora Ephron

I love trash. I have never believed that kitsch kills. Furthermore, I tell you this, so you will understand that my antipathy toward 'Love Story' is not because I am immune to either sentimentality or garbage, two qualities the book possesses in abundance. When I read 'Love Story', and I cried, in much the same way that I cry from onions, involuntarily and with great irritation, I was deeply offended...

— Nora Ephron

In my sex fantasy nobody ever loves me for my mind.

— Nora Ephron

In these days of physical fitness, hair dye, and plastic surgery, you can live much of your life without feeling or even looking old. But then one day, your knee goes, or your shoulder, or your back, or you're hip. Your hot flashes come to an end; things droop. Spots appear. Your cleavage looks like a peach pit. If your elbows faced forward, you would kill yourself. You’re two inches shorter than you used to be. You’re ten pounds fatter, and cannot lose a pound of it to save your soul. Your hands don’t work as well as they once did, and you can’t open bottles, jars, wrappers, and especially those gadgets that are encased tightly in what seems to be molded Mylar. If you were stranded on a desert island and your food were sealed in plastic packaging, you would starve to death. You take so many pills in the morning you don’t have room for breakfast. You lose close friends and discover one of the worst truths of old age: they’re irreplaceable. People who run four miles a day and eat only nuts and berries drop-dead. People who drink a quart of whiskey and smoke two packs of cigarettes a day drop-dead. You are suddenly in a lottery, the ultimate game of chance, and someday your luck will run out. Everybody dies. There’s nothing you can do about it. Whether you eat six almonds a day. Whether you believe in God.

— Nora Ephron

I remember thinking that no one had ever told me how much I would love my child; now, of course, I realized something else no one tells you: that a child is a grenade. When you have a baby, you set off an explosion in your marriage, and when the dust settles, your marriage is different from what it was.

— Nora Ephron

I survived turning 60, I was not thrilled to turn 61, I was less thrilled to turn 62, I didn't much like being 63, I loathed being 64, and I will hate being 65. I don't let on about such things in person; in person, I am cheerful and Pollyanna-is. But the honest truth is that it's sad to be over 60.

— Nora Ephron

I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are.

— Nora Ephron

It's always hard to remember love - years pass, and you say to yourself, Was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I just desperate?

— Nora Ephron

It was personal to me." ~Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) in You've Got Mail

— Nora Ephron