After a few months without writing, months I've lived turned outward... I fear going deaf, not being able to hear the silence.
We are too connected. There's noise in our heads all the time.
True friendship resists time, distance and silence.
Nice people with common sense do not make interesting characters. They only make good former spouses.
Happiness is pure kitch; we come into the world to suffer and learn.
When my daughter Paula died, I was in the deepest pain, and my mother said, "This kind of sorrow is like a long, narrow, dark channel. You have to walk this channel alone and be sure that there is light at the other ending. Just keep walking."