Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third.

In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry, a yam of a woman of butter and brass.

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.

The incidence of violent brand-loyalty to one's own current dogma has risen.

It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles... It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch; to love and let go again and again.

Too much self-regard has never struck me as dignified: trying to twist over my shoulder to view my own behind.

Looking at my life was very difficult. I think I learned that I haven't been as good a person as I'm inclined to think of myself as. I haven't been as good friend, haven't been as good a person, made a lot of mistakes.