Dead Wrong

"Thanks, God. Thanks for the life you’ve given me, it wasn’t such a bad life. Dying at twenty-five isn’t so bad, it’s going out with a bang, right in the middle of the good part..."

Both Sides Now

"Maybe you don’t believe,” she said, exhaling a stream of rich Cuban smoke. “And maybe you don’t miss her. Or maybe you just don’t want to because you don’t understand.”

"Understand what?”

"That you can hate something and love it at the same time.”

The Big Things

I was a single mom during most of my kids’ childhoods. They were my life. But I felt like a loser anyway because I never dated, and had never owned a house.