Where you succeed will never matter so much as where you fail.

A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.

Every mother can easily imagine losing a child. Motherhood is always half loss anyway. The three-year-old is lost at five, the five-year-old at nine. We consort with ghosts, even as we sit and eat with, scold and kiss, their current corporeal forms. We speak to people who have vanished and, when they answer us, they do the same. Naturally, the information in these speeches is garbled in the translation.

Arriving late was a way of saying that your own time was more valuable than the time of the person who waited for you.

Just ask yourself, if we weren't taught to be women, what would we be? (Ask yourself this question even if you're a man, and don't cheat by changing the words.)

You know, I don't think there's anything truly unforgivable. Not where there's love.

In everyone's life there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken against their will.