Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

Trust is the strongest weapon.

There is no darkness like that of a confined space.

Change your perception about things and the things you perceive changes.

It is surprising how many great men started out as horse thieves.

Invoking the moral high ground somehow makes you lose it. Using a secret as a weapon makes you almost as bad as the transgressor.

You know capitalism is this wonderful thing that motivates people, it causes wonderful inventions to be done. But in this area of diseases of the world at large, it's really let us down.

For real change, we need feminine energy in the management of the world. We need a critical number of women in positions of power, and we need to nurture the feminine energy in men.

If the current is right, one can drift to success.

I find having a column a very difficult form of journalism. I'm not a natural like Tom Friedman and Anna Quindlen.

These days, government employees are better off in almost every area: pay, benefits, time off and security, on top of working fewer hours.

It grieves us to produce work that is not perfect.

I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.