Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

I lived through a classic publishing story. My editor was fired a month before the book came out. The editor who took it over already had a full plate. It was never advertised. We didn't get reviewed in any major outlets.

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.

I never wanted Mary Poppins to be my nanny. I wanted to be her when I grew up.

There's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.

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