Try a little tenderness.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.

I was a little cross.I ask pardon. If I do get up a little temper I have no sufficient time to keep it up.

I thought if I didnt take a break, I would do something even worse. Like yell or hang up the phone.

Your children need your presence more than your presents.

Vermont is the only place in America where I ever hear thrift spoken of with respect.

When life gives you lemons....they could really be oranges.

Babies on television never spit up on the Ultrasuede.

I'm happy to work. I know things have changed recently, but I tend to prefer film. I don't know what it is.

I never expect a soldier to think.

There's a lesson in everything. Looking for the lesson is grounding.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag, serves beneath the flag, whose coffin is draped by the flag, who gives that protester the freedom to abuse and burn that flag.