Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

I'll go over again and again until I've finally crossed to where he is

The Society wants us to be afraid of dying. But I'm not. I'm only afraid of dying wrong.

The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.

It’s so unrewarding, being a woman.

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

We cannot institutionalize helping the "victims" of personal disasters.

It seems fine to revolt in front of all, but apologizing fro the same in a similar situation makes you feel smallIt is an irony! that's what I call..

The happiest people I know are the ones who have learned how to hold everything loosely and have given the worrisome, stress-filled, fearful details of their lives into God's keeping.

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

When you have another person take part in the interview, you must notify the interviewee.

I believe that we're as happy in life as we make up our minds to be.

I don't really do pranks any more. I have a laugh in the dressing room here, where it's safe, and the guys don't go to the papers and tell them what I've done.