My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark.

There is never an embarrassing silence that can't be turned into a regrettable conversation.

If I choose abstraction over reality, it is because I consider it the lesser chaos.

You can awaken each day to obligations you never chose — or you can decide now to choose them.

Be careful of selfish motives. You can mistake them for principles and end up dying for them.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

Mom - the person most likely to write an autobiography and never mention herself.