Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.

You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.

For the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.

We insist on permanency, on continuity, when the only continuity possible is in growth, in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. The only real security in a relationship lies neither in looking back in nostalgia, nor forward with dread or anticipation, but living in the present and accepting the relationship as it is now.

Woman must come of age by herself. This is the essence of 'coming of age'-to learn how to stand alone. She must learn not to depend on another, nor to feel she must prove her strength by competing with another. In the past, she has swung between these two opposite poles of dependence and competition, of Victorianism and Feminism. Both extremes throw her off balance; neither is the center, the true center of being a whole woman. She must find her true center alone. She must become whole.