The family endures because it offers the truth of mortality and immortality within the same group. The family endures because, better than the commune, kibbutz, or classroom, it seems to individualize and socialize its children, to make us feel at the same time unique and yet joined to all humanity, accepted as is and yet challenged to grow, loved unconditionally and yet propelled by greater expectations. Only in the family can so many extremes be reconciled and synthesized. Only in the family do we have a lifetime in which to do it.

If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.

Friendships aren't perfect and yet they are very precious. For me, not expecting perfection all in one place was a great release.

What I often say to people who are quick to say I’m not a feminist is if you think you’re not a feminist, give it all back.

Mothers remember a child's first words, and quote them in tones usually reserved for Byron.

Control is a big issue when you're sick. It's the first thing you lose - other losses come later.

I feel about mothers the way I feel about dimples: because I do not have one myself, I notice everyone who does.