Life loves the liver of it.

There's racism and sexism and ageism and all sorts of idiocies. But bad news is not news. We've had bad news as a species for a long time. We've had slavery and human sacrifice and the holocaust and brutalities of such measure.

I'm young as morning and fresh as dew. Everybody loves me and so do you.

Modesty is a learned affectation. And as soon as life slams the modest person against the wall, that modesty drops.

It's still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

In a magazine, one can get - from cover to cover - 15 to 20 different ideas about life and how to live it.