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

If ambitious fantasies make people blush, and sexual fantasies make people blush and feel guilty, fantasies of violence and death may make people blush and feel guilty-and frightened too.

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

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace. Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place. The pleasures of an ordinary life.

I could be such a wonderful wife to another wife's husband.

Our daily existence requires both closeness and distance, the wholeness of self, the wholeness of intimacy.