If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.

...as far as we are capable of knowledge we sin in neglecting to acquire it...

We must play our part and do all we can to multiply the people of God

Nobody can treat you like a liability without your approval

My husband has spent more time with our children than I have. I don't think they're better or worse off.

Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.

The so-called civil rights movement as it exists today is used as a Communist program for revolution in America.

My parents were married for sixty-five years, and I was married for about ten minutes, my first year at Yale Drama School. Something, somehow, didn't get passed on to my generation.

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.

Dreams cost nothing. They are free. The hard part is just keeping them going.