So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was along, a parade of one.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Home is everything you can walk to.

She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as "nothing" I walked in a gray world of nothing.

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Señor Saguaro's question: Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?

And the trouble with bad times is, you can't sleep through them.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was alone, a parade of one.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.

Some people today are wandering generalities instead of meaningful specifics because they have failed to discover and mine the wealth of potentials in them.

Rule No. 1. Make a great product. Rule No. 2. Don't forget rule No.1.

I just know I'm going to be an actress. I want it so bad.

As many micro-credit schemes across the world can testify, investment in women is the best investment for the future.

The exhausting effort to control time by altering the effects of age doesn't bring happiness

You know, I want to eat junk food. My kids love junk food.

If it is in the highest good for all life everywhere.

the casualties among us include not just those who are dying, or bleeding, or recovering from injury, but also the caretakers around the edges whose selves fall sacrificed to their charges.

an autobiography held out the promise of hearing truths that only friends confess to one another but are knowledge you need to live.

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.