Women who say it's not O.K. are [interpreted as] wet blankets or sore losers.

You have five seconds to enjoy it and then you remember who you didn't thank.

All nights are sacred nights to make confession and resolve and prayer; all days are sacred days to wake new gladness in the sunny air.

But the truth is I wanted to have my daughter for so long. It's not the kind of thing you can visit, motherhood. Especially in the early years. Now she's eight, and I'm still not going to go anywhere.

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

Women who say it's not O.K. are [interpreted as] wet blankets or sore losers.

I know for me the subject of how to be in a relationship is precious and complicated and challenging.