When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.

I did not always know I would be a writer. Until I had a room of my own, I did not write much at all - no more than any other child who read a lot of books. I began to write fiction and poetry when I first had a room that was truly my own with a door that shut and some measure, however fragile, of privacy.

There are obviously a great many ways to organize some fraction of the material in a life.

The price of seeing is silence.

Any life is lived in a particular time and place. Every life is impacted by the family's socio-economic circumstances, and, in later life, by the person's.

Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out.

i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people