Memory Is The Only Friend Of Grief.

If You Love The Wrong People It's Still Love, Isn't It, No Matter What Kind Of Love.

To Me And My Kind Life Itself Is A Story And We Have To Tell It In Stories - That Is The Way It Falls.

Every Time A Child, Any Child, Is Born, It Is New - And Different; That Is The Wonder.

Once You Have Felt The Indian Dust, You Will Never Be Free Of It.

As One Gets Older Being Sad And Miserable Can Become A Bit Of A Habit. To Counteract This, She Suggests Making A Point Of Savoring Such Things As The Tastiness Of A Piece Of Fruit, Or Other Small Things We Might Have Been Prone To Overlook During Our Younger, Busier Days.