You know, there are no guarantees on prognosis.

I do know that when my children are older and telling their own children about their grandmother, they will be able to say that she stood in the storm...and when the wind did not blow her way - - and it surely has not - - she adjusted her sails.

Part of what I want to do is sort of reclaim my story - it belongs to me and to my children, who have to live with whoever their mother is.

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

Life is this great big blackboard, and on it you write all the things that you do.

It's just a part of our nature to hope.

She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.