May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone.

Men. You can't live with them...and you can't legally shoot them. I tossed out my husband eight years ago and got a llama instead. Best decision I ever made.

And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.