I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

I don't know what's wrong with me. When I was a girl they had this aviary in one of my foster homes and I'd go in when no one was looking and put out watermelon rinds to feed the flies. There were all these flies that would have starved if I hadn't, and I'm not even wild about flies. They say it makes you a gentler person if you don't eat meat. But wasn't Hitler a vegetarian?

You can't push a wave onto the shore any faster than the ocean brings it in.

I was willing to pay any price including subservience to secure this love, hoping that with each piece of myself I gave up he would be so pleased that he, too, would be transformed.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

I meditate, I do yoga and I have a lot of friends who are healers.....And if none of that works, I go by a chocolate bar and a bottle of cognac.

Professionally I felt like a horse running in the wrong race.