Why do people not listen when you say no? Why do they think you are too stupid or too young to understand? Why do they think you are too shy to reply? Why do they keep badgering you until you will say yes?

You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

In many of my books, I explore the ways in which grandparents or other older persons are shaped by the young, and the young are shaped by the old, in an evolving dance.

...but it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do.

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.

I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours.

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.