I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.

Life can only be kept by giving it away. But then it will bloom.

Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

It's unimaginable to me that I wouldn't write, but it's very imaginable that I won't write for a little while.

Perhaps the most important thing we can ever do in our lives is find a way to keep the wild-both the wild inside and the wild outside us-and tap into it.

I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.