That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.

Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave - and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.

writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

We think of poverty as a condition simply meaning a lack of funds, no money, but when one sees fifth, sixth, and seventh generation poor, it is clear that poverty is as complicated as high finance.

The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.

Some feminists feel that a woman should never be wrong. We have a right to be wrong.

Truth is simply whatever you can bring yourself to believe.

I think women need kindness more than love. When one human being is kind to another, it's a very deep matter.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

He was a chicken in the outside world that turned into a lion on entering the house.

And so silence and ...darkness hold happiness and joy?" he said softly."Assuredly, " she said, "provided one listens to the silence and gazes deeply into the darkness. Everything is there. Everything.

When does she do all this thinking? We're together all the time but she thinks deeply about things and with feeling and she can remember the facts. We've been married 48 years.

Woody is so musical in his filmmaking. I've never worked with anyone I've trusted so completely. He won't let you hit a false note.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

I always say I'd rather be miserable by myself than unhappy in a relationship.

Let everyone leave all the guns - British guns and Irish guns - outside the door.

I don't want to disappoint - that's a nightmare to me.

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

We're living in primate heaven. We're warm, dry, we're not hungry, we don't have fleas and ticks and infections. So why are we so miserable?