You have to believe it and you hate it. I don't have to and I think it's beautiful.

You have to believe it and you hate it. I don't have to and I think it's beautiful.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.

Reading can be a road to freedom or a key to a secret garden, which, if tended, will transform all of life.

To fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by the tail and swing you around is another.

When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn't want to forget. [...] So I realize, that if it's hard for me, how much harder it must be for you.