Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.
If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.
Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.
As we grow older we should become not less radical but more so.
Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.