Rita Mae Brown

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself.

About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

Loving's pretty easy. It's letting someone love you that's hard.

Lead me not into temptation; I can find the way myself.

I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.

Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

He unzipped his pants and his brains fell out.

Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.

I believe that we often disguise pain through ritual and it may be the only solace we have.