Heaven will display far more variety than Hell.

People blush at praise--not only praise of their bodies, but praise of anything that is theirs.

The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only - and that is to support the ultimate career.

True humility is more like self-forgetfulness than false modesty.

Well, whatever they say, you don't feel like ghosts.

I am struck here by the curious mixture of justice and injustice in our lives. We are blamed for our real faults but usually not on the right occasions.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.