The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life [...] the stronger the daughter.

I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.

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

Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.

Right now, I'm Writing song lyrics. Experimenting with a play. Toying with an idea for a documentary. I hope one of these will eventually be launched into the light of day.

They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.

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