These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
Words are the weights which hold our history in place.
Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.
Throughout our lives friends enclose us like pairs of parentheses. They shift our boundaries; crater our terrain. They fume through the cracks of our tentative houses and parts of them always remain. Friendship asks the truth and wants the truth, hollows and fills, ages with us, and we through it. It cradles us like family. It is ecology and mystery and language - all three. Our grown-up friendships - especially the really meaningful ones- model for our children what we want them to have throughout their lives.
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.
Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.
We grow too old to lose old friends.
Realism can break a writer's heart.
It is sad that the Republican leadership is not as interested as they say they are in protecting the institution of marriage as they are in waging a campaign to divide and distract the American people from the real issues that need to be addressed.
They [formulae 1. 10 - 1. 12 of Ramanujan] must be true because, if they were not true, no one would have had the imagination to invent them.
If someone tells you you're not beautiful, turn around and walk away so they can have a great view of your fabulous ass.