Nora Ephron fans, clear a space on your bookshelves. Two essay collections by the late writer -- "Crazy Salad: Some Thoughts About Women" and "Scribble Scribble: Notes on the Media" -- will be published in a single volume on October 16, according to Vintage Books.
Ephron published both books in the 1970s, and according to Entertainment Weekly's Shelf Life blog, "Scribble Scribble" has been out of print since 1984 and "Crazy Salad" since 1991. The latter includes Ephron's famous essay "A Few Words About Breasts," in which she wrote: "If I had had them, I would have been a completely different person. I honestly believe that."
Ephron died in June after a battle with leukemia. The beloved writer of "When Harry Met Sally..." and "Sleepless in Seattle" planned her own memorial service and saved her wishes in a file called "Exit."
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"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim."
"Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it's your last, or do you save your money on the chance you'll live 20 more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work as hard as you can, or do you slow down to smell the roses? And where do carbohydrates fit into all this? Are we really all going to spend our last years avoiding bread, especially now that bread in America is so unbelievably delicious? And what about chocolate?" <em>-- "I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman"
"Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was 26. If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don't take it off until you're 34." <em>-- "I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman"</em>
"My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next."
"It struck me that the movies had spent more than half a century saying, ''They lived happily ever after'' and the following quarter-century warning that they'll be lucky to make it through the weekend. Possibly now we are now entering a third era in which the movies will be sounding a note of cautious optimism: You know it just might work."
"Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss." <em>-- "I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman"</em>
"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." <em>-- "Heartburn"</em>
"My friend Judy died last year. She was the person I told everything to. She was my best friend, my extra sister, my true mother, sometimes even my daughter, she was all these things, and one day she called up to say, the weirdest thing has happened, there's a lump on my tongue. Less than a year later, she was dead. She was 66 years old. She had no interest in dying, right to the end. She died horribly. And now she's gone. I think of her every day, sometimes six or seven times a day. This is the weekend she and I usually went to the spring garden and antiques show in Bridgehampton together. The fire screen in the next room is something she spotted in a corner of that antiques show, and above the fireplace is a poster of a seagull that she gave me only two summers ago ... I want to talk to her. I want to have lunch with her. I want her to give me a book she just read and loved. She is my phantom limb, and I can't believe I'm here without her." <em>-- "I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman"</em>
"The thing with friends when you get older -- I mean this is not anything I haven't written about -- is they can't be replaced. When you're 30, you accumulate friends and you shed friends and you get closer at certain moments to some than others. And you have a huge bench of friends. And then that's just not true." <em>--<a href="http://www.salon.com/2010/11/07/nora_ephron_i_remember_nothing/" target="_hplink">Salon.com</a></em>
"And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream." <em>-- "Heartburn"</em>
"As for instructions for my funeral, I suppose I could come up with a few. For example, if there's a reception afterward, I know what sort of food I would like served: those little finger sandwiches from this place on Lexington Avenue called William Poll. And champagne would be nice. I love champagne. It's so festive. But otherwise I don't have a clue. I haven't even figured out whether I want to be buried or cremated -- largely because I've always worried that cremation in some ways lowers your chances of being reincarnated. (If there is such a thing.) (Which I know there isn't.) (And yet.)" <em>-- "I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman"</em>