I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?

don't be perfect, don't pretend to be perfect, just stay raw n think at the end of day what you do is right or wrong...

It's very difficult to talk about religion in Iran because religion has gotten so mixed up with politics.

To me, money is absolutely irrelevant.

Be deaf, be blind, be dead to gossip, and it will grow disgusted with you and select a more sensitive victim.

Writers don't give prescriptions. They give headaches!

In a neighborhood, as in life, a clean bandage is much, much better than a raw or festering wound.

I’d rather die than you not be by my side.

Religious traditions can be reinterpreted in a manner that assists healing, corrects distortions, and expands vision.

But there are 90 million gun owners in the United States. Only 3.5 million want the insurance and magazines and the various things you get for joining the NRA.

Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood wears, Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.