The older I get...the more of my mother I see in myself.

Spontaneous love admits errors, hesitations and human failings. It can be tested and repaired.

When is enough enough? In envy's eyes, enough never is. Somebody else always has something we want.

I'm sure it's why I'm such an odd duck in my feminist generation, because I've always been equally fair to men.

Blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.

Separation is not the end of love; it creates love.

Oh, I know all about my mother and me,' you may say. 'All that business with my mother was over years ago.' You don't and it wasn't.