The stronger a woman gets, the more insecure the men in her life feel. It doesn’t work that way for a woman. We celebrate strength--in our partners as well as in ourselves.

But that's what we all are-just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away.

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone--I always have such a crowded head.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

There's never an easy route to the things that matter.

Ghosts were just a way that some stupid people dealt with their dull lives.