We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.

My protagonists, male and female, are me.

My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.

I share Einstein's affirmation that anyone who is not lost in rapturous awe at the power and glory of the mind behind the universe "is as good as a burnt out candle."

Women must be very gentle with men as they, as well as women, seek to regain the lost wholeness for which they were destined.

Now I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.

I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.