Or - perhaps - I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.

I was tired of seeing the Graces always depicted as beautiful young things. I think wisdom comes with age and life and pain. And knowing what matters.

The women in the room chatted about love, about childhood, about losing parents, about Mr. Spock, about good books they'd read. They mothered each other.

To be honest, the only thing I ever really wanted to be was a writer - since I read 'Charlotte's Web' as a child.

What are you afraid of? I'm afraid of not recognizing Paradise.

He tried to let her know it would be all right. Eventually. Life wouldn't always be this painful. The world wouldn't always be this brutal. Give it time, little one. Give it another chance. Come back.

Winning doesn't mean my book is better than anyone else's. It means I'm very fortunate. And I should be very, very aware of that. And grateful.