I didn’t sacrifice everything for love, just my mother when love required a caesarian.
Some Inspiration for the OverenthusiasticHow’s my mom? My mother’s well, like a painting—a Motherwell.
This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucksIntelligence is the door to freedom and alert attention is the mother of intelligence.
Wherever You Go, There You AreI was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different.
Woe to Live On