A party is a slightly artificial event where one learns the rudiments of human behavior at its most admirable: speaking when spoken to, looking somebody in the eye, shaking hands and being friendly under duress.

It does not matter whether one is at the giving or receiving end of love just as long as one is part of the process in some way. It is only when we become disconnected from the process altogether that we should begin to worry.

An enlightened person raises the level of the consciousness of the entire community.

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.

To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.

Rearing three children is like growing a cactus, a gardenia, and a tubful of impatiens. Each needs varying amounts of water, sunlight and pruning. Were I to be absolutely fair, I would have to treat each child as if he or she were absolutely identical to the other siblings, and there would be no profit for anyone in that.

Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

there is probably no such thing as an innocent question, at least not when a parent is doing the asking.

one of my earliest joys as a parent lay in knowing that at the end of the day I had once again ushered three babies back to their beds, against the odds, unscathed and peaceful. Happiness was a houseful of safe, inert bodies. Actually, it still is.

One of the earliest religious disappointments in a young girl's life devolves upon her unanswered prayer for a horse.

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.

If there is any reason to single out artists as being more necessary to our lives than any others, it is because they provide us with light that cannot be extinguished. They go into dark rooms and poke at their souls until the contours of our own are familiar to us.