Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I think I'll move to Australia.
READ! Books can be as delicious as hot-fudge sundaes, as funny as clowns, as exciting as a baseball game that's tied in the 9th inning, and as beautiful as the best sunset you ever saw.
Absence makes the heart grow frozen, not fonder.
We begin life with loss. We are cast from the womb without an apartment, a charge plate, a job or a car. We are sucking, sobbing, clinging, helpless babies.