Anger can offer a sense of indignity to replace a sense of shame, and offer a voice-raised above others-which can finally be heard. Those voices are most effective when they are raised in unison, when they have mercy as well as anger behind them, and when, instead of roaring at the anger of old pain, they sing about the glorious possibilities of a future where anger has a smaller house than hope.

My longing to improve my looks via The Body Shop is being replaced by my longing to improve my looks via Photoshop.

Truth is like nuclear waste: it needs to be dealt with carefully. Sometimes it needs to be buried way, way out of town. And sometimes it should never be uncovered at all.

Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.

How about "diamonds are a girl's best friends"? Nope. It should be switched around and pointed out, instead, that your best friends are diamonds.

If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

Think of the funniest story from your life. Chances are, it was something awful at the time.