I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.

The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.

If you want to understand any woman, you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.

Mountains are where heaven meets earth.

One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.

One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked.

The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.