I had this odd sibling rivalry with America.

You know, if you hang around this earth long enough you really see how things come full circle.

It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.

And as far as false hope, there is no such thing. There is only hope or the absence of hope - nothing else.

Life Lesson 3: You can't rush grief. It has its own timetable. All you can do is make sure there are lots of soft places around - beds, pillows, arms, laps.

Christopher Reeve understood that everything begins with hope. His vision of walking again, his belief that he would be able to in his lifetime, towered over his broken body.

Stories live in your blood and bones, follow the seasons and light candles on the darkest night-every storyteller knows she or he is also a teacher.

Alzheimer's disease locks all the doors and exits. There is no reprieve, no escape.

[On her father, Ronald Reagan:] How do you argue with someone who states that the people who are sleeping on the grates of the streets of America 'are homeless by choice'?

When I was a child, our summer days were spent swimming; chlorine in my hair was like perfume to me.

Politics isn't what defines a person, and it shouldn't define a relationship. I made the mistake of letting that intrude on my relationships.

Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.

When you plan something that is unpragmatic, it proves that you do not have a lot of knowledge about your topic that you are mentioning to others.

Love isn't a waste of time

Think of color, pitch, loudness, heaviness, and hotness. Each is the topic of a branch of physics

Experience alone can give, even to the greatest talent, that confidence in having done all that could be done.

Those who 'abjure' violence can do so only because others are committing violence on their behalf.

The policies on the Republican side have been much better for Hispanics, for minorities, but the rhetoric, unfortunately, has not.

No one has patience for love except their own.

I have another Russian idea, too, with a place and a period, so I guess I have enough to keep me busy for quite some time, especially considering that I'm such a slow writer.

Men generally decide upon a middle course, which is most hazardous, for they know neither how to be entirely good nor entirely bad.