I'm not really part of that 'L. A. thing' or that celebrity culture. I'm more like someone who observes it, and I can't ever imagine being like that.
I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real. . . . Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
Remember that nurturing yourself is as important (if not more so) as nurturing others.
When I was young I found out that the big toe always ends up making a hole in a sock. So I stopped wearing socks.
I've seen women essentially martyr themselves for the good of the future and the good of their children and, again, the good of love. That shouldn't be happening but it shows you the strength and power of it, and the fact that it will take over a woman's sense of her own survival. Men have taken advantage of that for hundreds and probably thousands of years.
We are continually shaped by the forces of coincidence.