Love life. Engage in it. Give it all you've got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.

We have to confront ourselves. Do we like what we see in the mirror? And, according to our light, according to our understanding, according to our courage, we will have to say yea or nay - and rise!

When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness... all the good things.

I certainly do not adore the writer's discipline. I have lost lovers, endangered friendships, and blundered into eccentricity, impelled by a concentration which usually is to be found only in the minds of people about to be executed in the next half hour.

Love liberates. Love - not sentimentality, not mush - but true love gives you enough courage that you can say to somebody, "Don't do that, baby." And the person will know you're not preaching but teaching.

Tragedy, no matter how sad, becomes boring to those not caught in its addictive caress.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.