But the writing life, it turned out, was difficult. It wasn't like you could sit down and flip a switch and crank on the ventilation system. Sometimes it didn't work, and sometimes you couldn't even find the switch.

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

Forgiveness is the path to healing.

Isolation is aloneness that feels forced upon you, like a punishment. Solitude is aloneness you choose and embrace. I think great things can come out of solitude, out of going to a place where all is quiet except the beating of your heart.

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

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.

Maybe the biggest problem with loneliness is that we walk around thinking we're the only ones suffering from it.