What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?

If I want to die, what am I saving myself for?

What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?

The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!

Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

suicide is the ultimate 'one-up,' as it were, the accusation that brooks no defense, the argument won at last.