The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves. - Ellen Goodman

We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives...not looking for flaws, but for potential.

I regard this novel as a work without redeeming social value, unless it can be recycled as a cardboard box.

We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.