As a writer, you should have a sticky soul; the act of continually taking things in should be as much a part of you as your hair color.

I hadn't realized how much I'd been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.

The truth is, aging can be your realest opportunity to decide how best to live - and the best incentive for getting you to do just that.

You don't get everything all at once. You wait.

*We give so little when it's in us always to give so much more. It's bothering to listen with an open heart to someone who smells bad. It's hard.

She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times.