It is a shame to see in the work of an artist the limitations of his critics.

I like friends who, when you tell them you need a moment alone, know enough not to stray too far.

In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.

Sometimes in life you have an appointment with destiny, and sometimes you just have to get destiny to squeeze you in.

Turn your love into promises, that when you doubt your love, you may simply ask, "Am I keeping my promises?"

The object of most prayers is to wangle an advance on good intentions.