Sometimes, a lie is told in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.

Misfortune is a fact of nature acceptable to women, especially when it falls on other women.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to.

she knew she could help him best by being silent and by being near