“To fail and succeed and flourish and fly.”

There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you’d had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting.

Two different things. Work is survival, and love sustains you.

I am still emotional when I look at those boxes checked yes.

But when the morning comes, I realize that there’s nothing to be done about what has already happened.

I wish I was the kind who made up stories.

You can’t always think about what you’ve lost, or what you don’t have, or what you didn’t get. Because when you do that, you’re missing out on the now.

You never know when some small thing will lead to a big idea.

It’s the secret to happiness, you know. Only take what you need.

The ship’s manifest showed that they could read and write.

My mother was an avid readerShe loved books about romance.

But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way.

I don’t use a crap camera, I don’t eat junk, and I’m not going to a dance where the boys are bores.

Things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever.

There are two kinds of people in this world.

The sterling moment of the present and the glorious future known only in our imaginations.

All you needed is what every girl needs, a good friend.

I guess what concerns me always is the need for a field, a rich compost, for any art to flourish. But however isolate or unheard you may feel, if you have the need to write poetry, are compelled to write it, you go on, whether there is resonance or not.

Before I was cast on The Surreal Life my knowledge of Christopher Knight was pretty much he was on.

The Brady Bunch and I hated The Brady Bunch.

Commerce flourishes by circumstances, precarious, transitory, contingent, almost as the winds and waves that bring it to our shores.

You have no idea how many storms she’s been through to grow and flourish in the way she is now.

We are gardens. We flourish and grow. Despite the rain, despite the snow.

No society can surely be flourishing and happy, of which the far greater part of the members are poor and miserable.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.