You only confuse hope with power once in life.

In the argument over whether knowledge is power or ignorance is bliss, it seems I've always come down on the side of ignorance. And when that's the side you fall on, you don't realize it until it's too late.

You don't always get to know what happened, or why things happened a certain way, but it always, always, goes deeper than any one thing.

To hell with what anyone thinks about your life, but you should know what you think about it.

You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much.

There are so many things I dare not say I have quietly stopped being me.

Alcohol was like a fun cousin I visited every once in a while but never planned a trip around.

Make room for who you are by knowing who you’re not.

My husband has never been one to catch the subtleties of a situation. He called every Valentine's Day to ask if I wanted him to stop on the way home to get a card. Every year I said no, don't bother, and he'd say something like, "Okay, but I want to go on record I asked, so you can't say I'm not romantic." I never did point out that any chance the gesture had of being romantic was lost when he asked whether he had to do it.