It takes a great cook to pull life truth from poultry.

Words are such powerful things. We can rip somebody apart with them, we can write words down that can forever hurt another person. We can use them to tell stories and lies. We can misquote them and change what other people said to make ourselves look good.

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.

Like my grandmother always said, 'you never know the blessings that come from suffering.

My father always told me that in this world we are going to make a truckload of mistakes, but the best mistake we can ever make is to err on the side of mercy

My grandma always said that God made libraries so that people didn't have any excuse to be stupid.

You don't know which way a thing will come at you, but you need to welcome it with your whole heart which ever way it arrives.