It’s strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it’s the absence of something.

Uselessness, she thought, was the permanent condition of parenthood.

Not that she didn’t about fighting losing battles.

Parenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up everything...

When you’re young it’s easy to confuse passion for love.

…in the end it’s not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it’s how you choose to react to them-that’s where you have control...

When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person,...

Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky – you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes in through an open window while you’re sleeping. It takes little...

The Universe doesn’t like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Others of us are lost. We’re forever seeking. We torture ourselves with philosophies and ache to see the world. We question everything, even our own existence. We ask a lifetime of questions and are never...

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

I think most people are just trying to be happy, and that most of their actions, however misguided, are in line with that goal. Most people just want to feel they belong somewhere, want to...