It is ... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth.

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

There is in God, some say, a deep but dazzling darkness.

Severe illness isolates those in close contact with it, because it inevitably narrows the focus of concern. To a certain extent this can lead to healing, but not if the circle of concern is so tight that it cannot be broken into, or out of.

It's a very American trait, this wanting people to think well of us. It's a young want, and I am ashamed of it in myself. I am not always a good daughter, even though my lacks are in areas different from her complaints. Haven't I learned yet that the desire to be perfect is always disastrous and, at the least, loses me in the mire of false guilt?