I don't write for an audience. I write for myself. And if I imagine an audience at all, it's the characters, but I know that I would keep writing even if no one ever published me again, even if no one ever read me again.

What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.

I don't write for an audience. I write for myself. And if I imagine an audience at all, it's the characters, but I know that I would keep writing even if no one ever published me again, even if no one ever read me again.

About endings....unless we do them well, we have to keep repeating them.

I like to keep myself wrapped in layers of sleep and wait for the geraniums.

About the different levels of skill involved. You have to practice before you become a great masturbator.

In language that's lyrical and haunting, Cheryl Strayed writes about bliss and loss, about the kind of grace that startles and transforms us in ordinary moments.