In a course of a lifetime, what does it matter?

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

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.

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.

Life is like a bowl of spaghetti. Every once in a while, you get a meatball.

Read a lot, live your life, and listen and watch, so that your mind fills up with millions of images.

What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked?