My Mother Was An Incredibly Loving Mother.

That Is Supposed To Be The Rallying Cry Of Women In The Age Of Aids: No Condom, No Sex. But The Dirty Little Secret Is That The Rallying Cry Is A Whisper.... The Great Unspoken On The Heterosexual Aids Front Has Been How Behavior Is Still Determined By The Old Psychosexual Minuet Of The Sexes, The Lack Of Responsibility In Young Men And Of Assertiveness In Young Women.

The Life You Have Led Doesn't Need To Be The Only Life You Have.

[in The Aftermath Of Death] Small Talk Feels Too Small, Big Talk Too Enormous.

The Joy Of Someone Who Had Been A Reader All Her Life, Whose World Had Been Immeasurably Enlarged By The Words Of Others.

When I'm Falling, My Girlfriends Are My Soft Landing.