I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Shakespeare in Love... such smart writing of an alternative view of history, and such beautiful acting. Like most Americans, I'm a sucker for the accent.

The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.

I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

I pray I die before they day comes when I do not know if my sons are infants or grandfathers.