It takes something to get married: nerve, hope, a strong desire to make a certain statement – and it takes something to stay married: more hope, determination, a sense of humor, and needs that are best met by being in a pair.
It is a wonderful, moving, heart-filling experience to sit with the man or woman you love and your beloved children and know that all are happy to be just where they are with each other and loving one another. This doesnt happen very often.
Boundaries are the lines we draw that mark off our autonomy and that of other people, that protect our privacy and that of others. Boundaries allow for intimate connection without dissolving or losing one’s sense of self.
Aging is a chance to make what was good, great; and what was never so good, better.
There is no such thing as a good writer and a bad liar.
Is it better for a woman to marry a man who loves her than a man she loves.
All intimacy is rare-that’s what makes it precious.
You cannot fake effort; talent is great, but perseverance is necessary.
Intimacy is being seen and known as the person you truly are.
Men do not know what they do not know, and women should not tell them.
And sometimes we cling because the memory is so painful that we can’t stop visiting it and hoping to make it come out differently. The risk of letting go is that we have to confront our own selves and our own possibilities.
I met Jay Jonhson. I won him the way poor people occasionally win the lottery: Shameless perseverance and embarrassingly dumb luck, and every time I see one of those sly, toothless, beaten-down souls on TV holding a winning ticket, I think, Go, team.
I do not say what I feel, and people often take that for shyness, even kindness.
I have made the best and happiest ending that I can in this world, made it out of the flax and netting and leftover trim of someone else’s life, I know, but made it to keep the innocent safe and the guilty punished, and I have made it as the world should be and not as I have found it.
The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.
A blind man can see how much I love you.
My writing process, such as it is, consists of a lot of noodling, procrastinating, dawdling, and avoiding.
For me, the short story is the depth of a novel, the breadth of a poem, and, as you come to the last few paragraphs, the experience of surprise.
Be real and be unashamed, even of your faults. I do truly know what my husband is made of and vice versa.
I wasn’t surprised to find myself in the back of Mr. Klein’s store, wearing only my undershirt and panties, surrounded by sable.