I think about all the ways I’ve been perceived by others over the years: as a burden, a dutiful daughter, a girlfriend, a spiteful wretch, an inva

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear.

So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason - to find some shred of meaning even in the worst experiences?

It's human nature to want to think the best of others, but if you listen carefully, people will always tell you who they are.

You got to learn to take what people are willing to give.

And so it is that you learn how to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.

I like the assumption that everyone is trying his best, and we should all just be kind to each other.

One of the wonderful things about being a writer is that you're constantly dredging up some arcane knowledge or long-forgotten experience, rediscovering old passions and interests.

I've come to think that's what heaven is- a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

I never want to feel constrained by writing a novel for a specific audience.

I have a lot of empathy for women who fit their writing into the crevices of their too-busy lives, as I once did.

Writing:It starts at the keyboard, and it ends at the far corners of the universe. --Paako

Everything is different and nothing is same in the universe.

Of course education becomes very very important and that's for our human resource development.

In Courtney Moreno's In Case of Emergency the working class save the world and themselves. A wonderful first book!

If you want to change the world, first change your heart.

A significant portion of the earth's population will soon recognize, if they haven't already done so, that humanity is now faced with a stark choice: Evolve or die.

If you're a good actor, then you channel enough of yourself into the character so that you do get that other thing.

Life, what is it but a dream?

I never knew I was grunting, it was just part of my strokes.

The thing I liked about writing about food when I started it was that I felt I was writing about food in a different way. Not like a food writer.