I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft

The soul-sucking activity of TV-watching feels better when it is done with other souls.

The secret to happiness, at Thanksgiving or any time, is to find pleasure in imperfection.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

TV happens. And once it's happened, it's gone. When it's gone, you move on, no tears, no tantrums, no videotape

You can figure out who you were by which movies you loved when