I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education.

If it had been easy for Romeo to get to Juliet, nobody would have cared. Same goes for Cyrano and Don Quixote and Gatsby and their respective paramours. What captures the imagination is watching men throw themselves at a brick wall over and over again, and wondering if this is the time that they won't be able to get back up.

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there.

I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.