One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.
If you can't return a favor, pass it on.
The young women in my classes are feisty and clever and believe, often with the passion of youthful optimism, that feminism is a battle already won. I worry for them - and for my daughters, too.
Sometimes I like to play the soundtracks to famous musicals so we can all sing along. South Pacific is one of my favorites. Our neighbors must hate us.
Never give up. And most importantly, be true to yourself. Write from your heart, in your own voice, and about what you believe in.
Remember that what you have is unique because it's your own special way of looking at the world.
Reading is my greatest luxury.
We are made mysteries to ourselves by the Rooster Coop we are locked in.
A thousand candles can be lighted from the flame of one candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness can be spread without diminishing that of yourself.
Admit to your contentment so it can tip over into joy.
Great. First the anonymous call. Now letters. Body parts all over town. It was like a scavenger hunt for psychos. Running after clues with a half-deranged, serial-killer-obsessed, recovering-addict cop was not a good idea. Then again. . .