We're a shifty, sliding population. ... What we refer to as 'home' may be a place we haven't seen in years; a place where there's no one left who knows our name.

Gloom we have always with us, a rank and sturdy weed, but joy requires tending.

We don't get enough pampering. If we were once the only child of an adoring mother, we developed a taste for it; if not, we developed a thirst for it.

a woman may be called a wife and mother for most of her life, while a man is called a husband and father only at his funeral.

Dogwoods are great optimists. Daffodils wait and see, crouching firmly underground just in case spring doesn't come this year, but dogwoods have faith.

Cats vary so widely that all data is meaningless and the professional classifiers gnash their teeth trying to come up with even a single fact common to all.

True ownership of anything requires time.

New York was where we wanted to live when we were finally grown up, and drink martinis and stay out past bedtime.

There is no 'cat language.' Painful as it is for us to admit, they don't need one!

By and large, people who enjoy teaching animals to roll over will find themselves happier with a dog.

The only people who still read poetry are poets, and they mostly read their own.

Time itself made all things rare.

When there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph.

Hey…you don’t look like a rabbit.

My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.

I mean, part of me would love to be a fat tenured professor of theater someday.

I'm incapable of writing without social commentary. I like to think that it's integrated and not really heavy handedly didactic.

Since her landmark 'Tapestry,' Carole King has both oversimplified and over elaborated that masterful album's style until her music has become something more overtly but less effectively personal.

You go to pray; to become a bonfire, a living flame, giving light and heat.

I'd like to think of myself as the flavor of the decade.

There’s no such thing as being totally ‘found’…the fun, I think, is in the searching.