We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you donโt have much sense.
As far as I'm concerned, there is only one absolute: God is love.
I hope that I will never forget the salvific power of joyful laughter.
In reading we must become creators.
When a promise is broken, the promise still remains. In one way or another, we are all unfaithful to each other, and physical unfaithfulness is not the worst kind there is.
But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?