Let this hell be our heaven.

Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.

As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.

Heaven would never be heaven without you.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.

Really you just gotta keep chugging along and keep a positive attitude and get through all the problems. You gotta face them, otherwise you don't get through.

Women are the victims of this patriarchal culture, but they are also its carriers. Let us keep in mind that every oppressive man was raised in the confines of his mother's home.

I have always regarded the forward edge of the battlefield as the most exclusive club in the world

What is called generosity is usually only the vanity of giving; we enjoy the vanity more than the thing given.

The highest mental health is not liking myself but being joyfully interested in everything but myself.

You can always do more than you think you can.

Your job on Earth, therefore, is not to learn (because you already know), but to remember Who You Are. And to remember who everyone else is.

Later it might see moronic, but at that time it all made perfect sense.

In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.