You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

In the end....everything matters.

Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black?

You have treasured your MIND more than your 'SELF' and that's the primary source of unhappiness!

Was there a drain?''No. There was no drain. There isn't one even now'.

Home. Let me come home. Home is whenever I'm with you.

Be good sweet maid and let who will be clever.

Don't be so familiar and so much into the details. Keep people dreaming. Close the window, and make them wonder.

Being a parent is not a reasonable thing. It is a very hard thing. I am a parent and I know.

Does not vanity itself cease to be blamable, is it not even ennobled, when it is directed to laudable objects, when it confines itself to prompting us to great and generous actions?

She started drinkin' we weren't thinkin' too straight, she was doing eighty slammed on the brakes. Got so hot we had to pull to the side, did some shakin' 'til the middle of the night.

Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.

I have been given a lot of roles that are downtrodden, mammy-ish.