Hope is the future lined in gold, my mother used to say, but I didn’t agree. Hope wasn’t the future. It was only a vehicle to get there.
Confrontation was a great idea – unless the odds were so stacked against you that it was pointless.
Parents can be narrow-minded when it comes to the dreams they have for their kids.
If you no longer have a child, are you still a mother?
Which is more abiding – a mother’s love or a child’s need for it?
Sarcasm is the language of the devil.
Searching for self implied either not liking who you are or wanting to escape who you’ve been.
People don’t get what they deserve; they get what they work for.
Confidence could be applied like makeup. I knew that for fact.
It was too early in the day for this kind of discussion – but really, was it ever too early to discuss matters of the heart? What if the moment passed and never returned?
The important part of growing older was the growing part. Resisting change meant forever standing still, which was a sad way to live.
Every woman feels. It just takes the right man to make things combust.
It feels like forever, like he’s lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.
When the truth emerges, it can’t be ignored. Nor will it wait.
Confrontation is what happens when you are less than honest and you get caught.
Being friends is different from being lovers. It’s a sea change.
Every man wants love, if he can get past the fear of exposure.
So where does that leave me? I like hosting the show... It’s become my identity. If that’s gone, where am I?
Home development is about wishful thinking. It’s about capturing a dream.
When the dust settled, they talked reasonably about the inevitability of change, the idea that they had to let go what might have been and accept what was.