My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart.
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.
If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me.
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.