Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.

Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.