How do I create something out of nothing? And how do I create my own life? I think it is by questioning, and saying to myself that there are no absolute truths.

Words are more ardent if a man must struggle to find them.

My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didnt always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.

Now they seemed to be in a contest over who could irritate her more, and she sometimes had to remind herself that teenagers had souls

Her education only made her unhappy thinking about it - that no matter how much she changed her life, she could not change the world that surrounded her.

Memory feeds imagination.