I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a...

And while she didn't know it then, she was learning another truth about love: it comes when it comes. Simple as that.

Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks. Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

I split my adolescence between the pulpy smell of books, which was my mother's passion, and the leathery smell of baseball gloves, which was my father's.

Trees spend all day looking up at God.

People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a love. And Eddie found a...

When my mother entered, wearing her nurse's outfit, her arms full of magazines, we must have said, Hi Mom too quickly, because she immediately became suspicious. You can see that in your mother's face...

Eddie never said anything he felt that deeply.

All younger people should know something. If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow.

Sarah dragged her wreckage back to the house, up to her bedroom, and down intoa deep dark hole.

neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have.

You have to find what's good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now.

Love each other or die.

My old professor, meanwhile, was stunned by the normalcy of the day around him. Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

And you will be scared again. All your life. You must conquer this. Face them and pretend that aren't there

wearing a scarf and gloves, her blond hair tucked under a hat. "Are you done with that actress?"

It's funny, Lorraine said now, as the scene appeared in front of them. You always wonder about your funeral. How big? Who'll show up? In the end it's meaningless. You realize, once you die, that a...

as if sadness were as treatable as common cold