When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

She knows where she's going, and what she has to do. She could, after all, find her way to Route 95 South blindfolded. She could do it in the dark, in fair weather or foul; she can do it even when it seems she will run out of gas. It doesn't matter what people tell you. It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.