I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.

I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn't a native English speaker 'get the picture,' so to speak, and not assume it has something to do with a photo or a painting?)