
Those eagles, like angels, don't distinguish between work and play. To them, it is all one and the same.

I have been to the edge and lived to tell the tale..

Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.

She's smiling that smile they smile before they grow bosoms.

But who has time to write memoirs? I'm still living my memoirs.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.

Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.

The very air they breathed was almost a juice.

It's life, Sidda. You just climb on the beast and ride.

The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be?

Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

Uncountable the number off breaths I've taken for granted in my life.

I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

She breathed in the vast world of suffering and pure, dark love, and as she did, a well of compassion began to flow in her.

I am the kind of woman who loves hurricanes. They put me in a party mood. Make me want to eat oysters on the half shell, and act slutty.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

Good Lord didn't mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

Books are living things with blood and bones, and it breaks our heart when people dissect them.

Sidda sank down into the wide flannel embrace of their bodies, and she rested. For a moment she died a little death, they died it together.

Many people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.

It kills me to think I didn't spot her headed for the rocks. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course.

We have to suffer mosquitoes the size of blackbirds.

You do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.

Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.

True love is not a crock, but patriotism is.