“Isn’t this the truth of any good mother? That in all of our lives.”

No matter how large a horse’s ass you are, to stay by your side until death. A fool could tell you this is a bad deal.

Relief is a wonderful emotion, highly underrated.

The Wise County Bookmobile is one of the most beautiful sights in the world to me.

And then just like real sisters, we listen and don’t judge.

On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed.

There’s nothing an artist needs more – even more than excellent tools and stamina – than a deadline.

I even love the smell of books.

For a woman, love is the highest dream.

They do not begin to describe me. They do not begin to express what is inside of me.

All the aspects of playwriting, scene-building, the architecture of dramatizing.

I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

All the things I thought I was – simple and plain and sometime funny – are very small words.

Pomegranate Soup is glorious, daring and delightful.

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.

Womanhood is the great fact in her life; wifehood and motherhood are but incidental relations.

I make money because I have to pay for everything apart from my school fees. My mother even makes me pay my own telephone bill.

My mom says I’m not allowed to move out, but I’m allowed. I said I have to FaceTime her every night to make dinner with her because I won’t be able to do it myself. So she said she’ll accept it if I do that.

The future woman must have a life work and economic independence. She must have the right of motherhood at her own discretion.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

I’d say some of my earliest scent memories are from home – just things that were around my house, and my mom’s cooking.

Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.