Sometimes it takes courage to leave.

Sometimes it takes courage to leave.

When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.

I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

When I write I am the real me.

Are all American girls as daft as you, Rachel?" "I hope so," I said.

When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.