The blog is certainly another tool for writers out there to break their way in. But being a blogger does not make you a great writer.

You can never have too much, butter.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.

Doors are going to open-doors you can't even imagine exist.

The nice thing about having a friend who is crazier than you are is that she bolsters your belief in your own sanity.

Maybe I needed to make like a potato, winnow myself down, be part of something that was not easy, just simple.

The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes

I got my undergrad in Creative Writing, and then I didn't get my Masters in obsession, because I figured I already had that covered.

So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

Live as though today is your last, love as though tomorrow will never come, and dream as if there are no limits.

You may doubt others but you can be sure to yourself.

That is why we climb. We climb to reach safety. We climb to reach hope.

You must always have great, secret, big fat hopes for yourself in love and in life. The bigger, the better.

My experience from 20 years of Africa is that the seemingly impossible is possible.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

You can respect a person without necessarily liking that individual.

Do you know what happens when you always look before you leap?" She reached out and touched his hand before hurrying toward the door. "You hardly ever make the jump.

People try to contain things by putting them into categories. I don't.

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd.