Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

We grow too old to lose old friends.

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.