Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

That Is The Trouble With Happiness-all Of It Is Built On Top Of Something That Men Want.

I Think, In Common With A Lot Of Novelists, I Wasn't The Most Athletic Guy At School.

On Our Honeymoon We Talked And Talked. We Stayed In A Beachfront Villa, And We Drank Rum And Lemonade And Talked So Much That I Never Even Noticed What Color The Sea Was. Whenever I Need To Stop And Remind Myself How Much I Once Loved Andrew, I Only Need To Think About This. That The Ocean Covers Seven Tenths Of The Earth's Surface, And Yet My Husband Could Make Me Not Notice It.

Still Shaking, In The Pew, I Understood That It Isn't The Dead We Cry For. We Cry For Ourselves, And I Didn't Deserve My Own Pity.

The Ways In Which We Are Able To Express Courage Also Depend On The Hand Life Deals Us.