She knew there were only small joys in life--the big ones were too complicated to be joys when you got all through--and once you realized that, it took a lot of the pressure off.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.

She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.

The turkeys I eat are raised on farms. They're different. They've signed on the dotted line.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the dead center of it, and that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

I don't have a love life. I have a like life.'Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...

It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.

I don't know how everybody else feels, but I just long for reality rather than these made-up things.

For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it?

The power chakra is the navel center. The center of balance is the heart chakra; it's the center of our being. The third eye is the center of wisdom, the Agni chakra.

God will help us become the people we are meant to be, if only we will ask Him

Nothing falls like London Rain Nothing heals me like you do

I had a relatively tumultuous childhood.

No place has delicatessen like New York.

But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

Love, yes, love your calling, for this holy and generous love will impart strength to you so as to enable you to surmount all obstacles.

I honestly believe there is absolutely nothing like going to bed with a good #book; or a friend who's #read one.