I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am, a million times a million and to the moon and back.

I had found him again and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naive and irrational and somehow, right again.

I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

Success is loving life and daring to live it.

A woman who is convinced that she deserves to accept only the best challenges herself to give the best. Then she is living phenomenally.

When we find someone who is brave, fun, intelligent and loving, we have to thank the universe.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.