Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.

It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.

A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never show what happens afterwards when the prince and princess ride off the page.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.