how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A's from the time I was in kindergarten.

In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.

People think it's a terrible tragedy when somebody has Alzheimer's. But in my mother's case, it's different. My mother has been unhappy all her life. For the first time in her life, she's happy.

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

Even if I had expected it, even if I had known what I was going to do with my life, it would have knocked the wind out of me. When something that violent hits you, you can't help but lose your balance and fall. And after you pick yourself up, you realize you can't trust anybody to save you- not your husband, not your mother, not God. So what can you do to stop yourself from tilting and falling all over again?