Unlike men, women got less sentimental as we aged, I was discovering.

When you write things down, they sometimes take you places you hadn't planned.

What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. There's quite a lot we don't know about them.

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the person who lived it or the people writing about it.

There is always so much talk about the sins of the fathers but it is the sins of the mothers that are the most difficult to avoid repeating.

Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.

I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go.

Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.

Never would I allow my size to define me. Instead I would define it.

I like to imagine the "what ifs" of history.

[I]t is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.

It's not about ideas. It's about making ideas happen.

If man could be crossed with a cat, it would improve man but deteriorate the cat.

We Americans have the great gifts of freedom and democracy, but it has been our education system that has fulfilled the promise of democracy.

Terri and her mother arrived. She was obviously a dedicated stage mother because she was loaded down with camera equipment, looking like a Japanese tourist.

I have a to-do list and I have a farm I care for, and things I like to do for fun - going to movies and all that stuff. It's a painfully normal life!

My system for staying young is to work a lot, to always have a project on the go.

God in his wisdom circumscribed man's vision, and rightly too, for otherwise man's conceit would know no bounds.

I used to comb my hair back and do stupid stuff

Life doesn't happen in chapters - at least, not regular ones.