I had absolutely no trauma in my childhood. If anyone ever assumed that my books were autobiographical, they'd be sorely disappointed, because none of these things happened to me.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

the relationship between people knot so easily, there needs to be a person skilled at working free the threads. Sometimes, though, the only way to extricate a tangle is to cut it out and start fresh.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

Everyone still deserves to have their say.