Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.

Tension of opposites.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can't possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.