I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon.

You're making yourself too important. Guilt comes from feeling we're at the center of the universe. We're not.

I liked having some time to myself. Our family was such a close one, you could get smothered. Of course, we didn't always agree with one another. Sometimes I quarreled with my brother and sisters, but I couldn't remember hating anyone for more than five minutes.

Even our recreation was scheduled. There was no time to look for birds or wander into the nearby woods. We were put into teams and sent into violent pursuit of a helpless ball.

They were all brilliant. They wrote books and painted pictures, and if they ever stopped talking, which I was sure they would never do, they planned to change the world.

I find having your own car is like a passport to the world.

But what doesn’t die is the love we give to others. There is no end to that.