Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

I wish I were brave, although I try. I work too hard and don't play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough 'fun'.

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

Life, a good life, a great life is about "Why not?" May we never forget it.

I'm not an aging gracefully type. But I do believe in aging with grace.

I believe in love at first sight for houses - but not for people.

Sometimes, I think one should only live in the present. The past is only a heavy burden to carry with you. And yet... it's so hard to let them go... to forget... to move ahead.