The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.

Follow your heart, and you perish.

I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.

I used to think there would be a blinding flash of light someday, and then I would be wise and calm and would know how to cope with everything and my kids would rise up and call me blessed. Now I see that whatever I'm like, I'm pretty well stuck with it for life. Hell of a revelation that turned out to be.

If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.

Animals are less alone with roaring than we are with all these words.

Know that although in the eternal scheme of things you are small, you are also unique and irreplaceable, as are all your fellow humans everywhere in the world.