Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: "Then you must save it." And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try.

There are a lot of people who think that's what's needed to be successful is always being right, always being careful, always picking the right path.

Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?

I think we often write because we feel a loneliness, and people read for the same reason, and then they come away feeling a little less lonely.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.