Trust me on this: no one is better off alone.
A girl's not a watermelon you plug a hole in to see if it's sweet.
Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.
You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.
I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.
There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.
It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.
Who knows what women can be when they are finally free to become themselves? Who knows what women's intelligence will contribute when it can be nourished without denying love?
We must protect our most precious resource, our environment, for future generations.
You can't create the future unless you imagine it.
Donald Trump is this whirling dervish of chaos. He picked a fight with Mexico. Germany is not far behind. He will pick a fight with them. He will pick a fight with China, which would be truly cataclysmic.