I feel like there are women who are genuinely born to be mothers, and women who are born to be aunties, and women who really probably not should be allowed near children. The tragedy that happens is when any one of those women ends up in the wrong category.

You are accidentally leaving your DNA all over everything in a novel because it's all coming from you.

The best we can do then, in response to our incomprehensible and dangerous world, is to practice holding equilibrium internally - no matter what insanity is transpiring out there.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.

Your fear is the most boring thing about you.

I want to learn how to speak Italian. For years, I'd wished I could speak Italian--a language I find more beautiful than roses :)