Women are strong, strong, terribly strong. We don't know how strong until we are pushing out our babies. We are too often treated like babies having babies when we should be in training, like acolytes, novices to high priestesshood, like serious applicants for the space program.

Be lovely and do no harm.

Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

Money helps, though not so much as you think when you don't have it.

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position. You wear your life like a garment from the mission bundle sale ever after - lightly because you realize you never paid nothing for it, cherishing because you know you won't ever come by such a bargain again.

You never know where you're going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.