If a person - any human being - is told often enough, "You are nothing. You are nothing. You account for nothing. You count for nothing. You are less than a human being. I have no visibility of you", the person finally begins to believe it.

When I'm writing, I write. And then it's as if the muse is convinced that I'm serious and says, 'Okay. Okay. I'll come.'

The woman who truly intends to live a good life is already living phenomenally since intent is part of the achievement.

She comprehended the perversity of life, that in the struggle lies the joy.

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.

The question is not how to survive, but how to thrive with passion, compassion, humor and style.

You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I've never been so strong. Now I'm where I belong.