God Is A God Of Lovingkindness.

A Woman Whose Smile Is Open And Whose Expression Is Glad Has A Kind Of Beauty No Matter What She Wears.

I Have Always Been Fascinated By The Human Mind, Conscious And Unconscious - That Is What Writing And Reading Is About, Too. The Why Of Your Life And The Why Of Your Choices And The What Has Happened That You Know And The What That You Don't Know Is Really Riveting, And Psychoanalysts Share My Wonder At How It All Unfolds.

What Other People Think Of Me Is Not Really My Major Concern In Life. What Other People Think Of What I Write Is Another Matter.

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

A Person Who Has No Secrets Is A Liar. We Always Fold Ourselves Away From Others Just Enough To Preserve A Secret Or Two, Something That We Cannot Share Without Destroying Our Inner Landscape.