I believe all literature started as gossip.
The owner of Mojo's was a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand.
Loving's pretty easy. It's letting someone love you that's hard.
The writer's job is not to write a novel, hold it up and say, โHere I am,โ but to write a novel, hold it up and say, โHere YOU are.
It's a big jump from smart to motherwit.
Every day you're alive and someone loves you is a miracle.