Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.'

I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.

I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful--is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.

It takes a lot of doing to die.

As long as one can suffer, one is living....live and suffer until life is gone.

A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn't tell it like it was, you told it like you thought it should have been.