I realized that the story of even so small a place can never be completely told and can never be finished. It is eternal, always here and now, and going on forever.

Books were a dependable pleasure. I read more then than I ever was able to read again until now when I am too old to work much and am mostly alone.

And so I learned about grief, and about the absence and emptiness that for a long time make grief unforgettable.

Grandmam came back from that distance in time that separates grandmothers from their grandchildren and made herself a mother to me.

You think winter will never end, and then, when you don't expect it, when you have almost forgotten it, warmth comes and a different light.

Time doesn't stop. Your life doesn't stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.

You might try doing what my folks did. Twice a week they would go out for a special meal. . . with wine good food and soft lighting. Dad took Tuesday and Mom took Thursday.

I'm almost like three people. There's me the, Dolly, the person. There's me, the star. And then there's me, the manager.

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

Love and hatred don't take turns; they exist side by side at the same time. And one's duty, one's obligation every day, is to choose to follow the nobler one.

When you miss me just look up to the night sky and remember, I'm like a star; sometimes you can't see me, but I'm always there.

There is something softer than the water: The touch of the love!

Warming up for the Brewers is that lefthander they got from the Mets, Bill Pulitzer.

Perhaps we’ve never been visited by aliens because they have looked upon earth and decided there’s no sign of intelligent life.

Narrative identity takes part in the story's movement, in the dialectic between order and disorder

I grew up in a culture in which it was a sin for a woman to speak out.