Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.
Life is change. If you aren’t growing and evolving, you’re standing still, and the rest of the world is surging ahead.
Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.
Life is choice. All day, everyday. Who we talk to, where we sit, what we say, how we say it. And our lives become defined by our choices. It’s as simple and as complex as that. And as powerful. so when I’m observing that’s what I’m watching for. The choices people make.
Every decade of my life I attempted to write a novel. But I had nothing to say. I was far too self-absorbed, and now I realize I was writing for others, so that they’d applaud me, see my genius, tell me how wonderful I am, or be jealous of my success.
Now here’s a good one: you’re lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?
I’m just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.
The four sayings that lead to wisdom are: ‘I was wrong,’ ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I need help.’
No good ever comes from putting up walls. What people mistake for safety is in fact captivity. And few things thrive in captivity.
Fear lives in the head. And courage lives in the heart. The job is to get from one to the other.
He tried to let her know it would be all right. Eventually. Life wouldn’t always be this painful. The world wouldn’t always be this brutal. Give it time, little one. Give it another chance. Come back.
Things are strongest where they’re broken.
The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.
It is very, very dangerous to come between a person and their beliefs.
Or – perhaps – I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.
I went through a period in my life when I had no friends, when the phone never rang, when I thought I would die from loneliness. I know that the real blessing here isn’t that I have a book published, but that I have so many people to thank.
Don’t mistake dramatics for a conscience.
The night is a strawberry.
What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity.
I turned down all the requests for the rights to the books, for years, mostly because they wanted the rights to the characters, and to turn it into a TV series. This would have allowed them to do anything they wanted with the characters, and that just wasn’t an option for me.