Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

When you're a fifty-year-old woman, no one really bothers to look at you anymore, much less value your opinion. It's hard on the old ego. But damn, it does make it easy to get away with a lot.

My childhood was spent in my local library in a San Diego suburb. It's where I became a writer - by 1st becoming a reader!

Ha! Kids! You have no idea what you put your parents through, either. Wait till you have your own, you'll see. That's when you'll know what it really feels like." .. "What what feels like?"..."Love," said Angela.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

There is honor between bitches