These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only hav….

Maybe 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..

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and e….

The love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage th….

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

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass..

I think of myself as Rebecca Wells from Lodi Plantation, in Central Louisiana, a girl who was lucky enough to be born into a family that encouraged c….

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my ….

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

Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you..

You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it rea….

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

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible..

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

the process of a book's coming to life is not fully complete until your imagination meets mine on the page. The words evoke pictures and something al….

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

I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also com….

As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, ….

I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for..

I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can ….

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers..