But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.

She didn't open the envelope until she'd gotten to the bus station and needed to pay for her ticket. He hadn't given her the thousand dollars she'd asked for-he'd given her ten thousand.

You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want.

Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

Tibby, who was not fond of change, had once told Bridget that the present, no matter what it brought, couldn't change the past. The past was set and sealed.

People will never get in touch with democracy. It's always surrounded by bodyguards.

Life is a learning experience and this is a very peaceful method of accepting the reality you face…”What will I learn?

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

The proper word for me," Robin Goodman says, "is me.

The more we give of ourselves, the more our capacity to serve, understand, and love will grow.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

I think my love is storytelling. No matter what it is, it's storytelling. And so whatever the medium is, what's right for the story, I enjoy doing it.

Expressions of disapproval are on a level of vulgarity that cannot be tolerated. The way to express disapproval is to do without applause.

A well-tailored suit is important - and I don't like wearing belts with mine - it should be tailored to your body.

If literature survives at all, it is as retreat for those who refuse to assimilate to American mass culture.