I think I'll move to Australia.

Losing is the price we pay for living. It is also the source of much of our growth and gain.

There is a time to separate from our mother. But unless we are ready to separate-unless we are ready to leave her and be left-anything is better than separation.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

Some days are like that. Even in Australia.

Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.

For we lose not only by death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on.