We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

of course the pace of change never slows, even when we've convinced ourselves it will.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.

A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.