You can make your life so much larger simply be acknowledging everyone else's.

I wanted to go to a place where I could think, really sink into my own imagination, or ride it, or drift along it, as in a balloon. The kind of place that probably all writers crave. The kind of place where the outside world is still and quiet and you get a chance to listen, to peer, to go inward

You can make your life so much larger simply be acknowledging everyone else's.

It's much better to be apart and wish you were together than to be together and wish you were apart.

I was suppose to write a book about being a mom, to organize my thoughts into chapters and figure out a structure to hang them on, to make a lasting point, but somehow I decided to go ahead and become a mother instead.

Dreams are matters of the heart, things that pull you along as if they have hooked you someplace deep inside.

Why do we think the people on stage are the only ones having fun?