I think self-knowledge is the rarest trait in a human being.

A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.

You know, I once read a short story about how much you could tell about people from their shoes. You could tell where they had been, what they did, whether they were real walkers.

I have a husband who adores me.

I come out of real life.

There is nothing about resilience that I can say that my father did not first utter silently in eighteen years of living inside a two-dimensional cutout of himself.

If I had given up everything that my life was about ... I'd let cancer win before it needed to.