And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you're expected move again only you don't remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.

The overriding problem with our country, and our world in general, is that we are, in large part, managed by incompetents. Most of these are men who have spent their lives seeking power rather than themselves.