I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.

people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

After all, the only way to communicate is to find someone who can comprehend; the only way to be forgiven is to find someone who is willing to forgive.