At some point in time I will be honored if I would be mentioned as a coach.
My mother would like me to start all interviews by stating that she and my father are perfectly normal. They are proud of me, and as perplexed as anyone by my novels.
You try as a parent. You love beyond reason. You fight beyond endurance. You hope beyond despair. You never think, until the very last moment, that it still might not be enough.
The only time you're calm, you're centered, you're at peace, is when someone's trying to kill you. And that's just plain twisted.
Life may not be perfect, at least it offered moments that were perfect enough.
Women cry. Men laugh. Whiners moan. Men laugh. Wimps complain. Men laugh.
Expect nothing and life will be velvet.
No, while most people have been at their unhappiest when in love, it is nevertheless the state the human being yearns for above all.
As the son of a feminist mother, I grew up with the idea that work was a sort of salvation for women as it would give them freedom from the domestic grind. Now it seems work is a form of slavery, undertaken out of apparent compulsion rather than choice.
Time has a funny way of airbrushing relationships, removing all the things that were wrong so when you look back it looks much better than it really was.
If a person is dying of cancer, you do not say, 'You can't turn back the clock. ' You try to heal the person, no matter how painful the process.